Scary phone calls:

I got a phone call from a Mr. Donoghue from the FBI today. I was kind of expecting it, but do you know how scary it is? The FBI shouldn't want to talk to me. It also means that they have some questions about stuff on the security clearance forms, which isn't wonderful. Anyway, the guy's in Chicago and wants to talk to me. Unfortunately, I'm not in Chicago. So he's sending the file back to Washington and it will get sent to somebody down here, and I think I should get another phone call pretty soon. He had such a great Chicago accent. I miss the city, I wish I was there this summer. It's hard to think that after six more months, I might not ever live in Chicago again. Maybe I'll do some receptionist work or something in CHicago the year after next...