gratification

Although the technology is working, still my life lacks meaning. At least I have the peanut butter and jelly.

Shaking the Empty Box

I am writing cover letters right now. I feel like I missed that class where they gave us our impresario skills.

Through sleight of hand and lots of yelling, I shall make this empty shoe box appear to be a massive office building! I'll shake it again, and this time it will be a barge! Yeah! A barge! To carry stuff! Across water! Woo Hoo! Now its a jet plane! If you squint, you can see wings! Watch it fly! Yes, Give me that job! Or at least don't round file this really fantastic resume...

Notes From Limbo

Many well-meaning people have been asking me what I am doing and where I live. To both questions, the answer is still unresolved.

The KB cleared out a second drawer in her vanity for me to put my clothes away in. The strange thing is, I am starting to get used to it. I feel like a large adolescent with a car and a few bills. I feel guilty when I am out past ten. I want to be home by five so I don't miss dinner. My mom washes my sheets. I have to ask my dad if I can borrow his computer.

The job search is going rather dismally. I have been putting off looking for a house because the various people who have wanted to get a place with me have had delays and I feel like a fool looking for a place without having anything to put in the "employer" line.

The Hamlet is beautiful, though. The morning mist clings to the cypresses. The sound of the waves breaking penetrates the windows at night. The mountain is as lovely as a prayer, even when you can't see the top. The KB is always up to somthing. I am half-afraid of getting to comfortable. I don't think that is going to happen though. I miss my old, grown-up life too much.