  Haven't heard back from the bakery; they did say that they would let me know either way. I suspect I'll hear something tomorrow, nobody's in today.
And, for the last week or so, I've been a crank; this complete lack of meaningful employment has got my head spinning with thoughts of doom. There are few places left for me to drop my resume off, excluding fast food places. Fricken economy.
It's times like this I wish I could bend over and kick my own ass for letting myself out of satelite tv hell; it sucked, I picked up lice, but it was a wage that could actually pay the bills. Of course, at this point, I'd probably be dead, wrapping the fruity purple civic around a tree or telephone pole out of sheer frustration. In other news, the Students are back in full force, being noisy assholes. I vacillitate between wanting to wring their mid-eighties born necks, and wanting to be a part of the fun. Is it loneliness? I'm not really sure. I know I miss school, as in the actual academic bits, and the thought that comes along with school; that the future is still open, and putty in a student's soon-to-be-educated hands.
Still deciding, and moving toward What You Want To Be When You Grow Up. Then again, it may be just that I want to smack the snooze alarm on Reality, and go back to the nice warm womb of university education, being all potential, and no actual. It winds back though my head that I really ought to be writing, but I'm still procrastinating, waiting for something, or something.
It seems that I'm suffering from some sort of creative constipation that I can't work out with a pencil. I know everything is in place, or enough is in place to get bloody started. So, what's my major malfunction? Enough of this navel gazing, I'm off to, well, navel gaze elsewhere. 
