  urlLink street art,  downtown san francisco. nbsp;  urlLink & nbsp;  still no word from SDPD. nbsp;  it's been exactly two weeks since my polygraph/ interview in San Diego. nbsp;  millions of questions in my head: nbsp;
 did someone go on vacation?
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 are they about to start calling my references,  friends,  professors,  and old roommates?
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 am i in the " DQ"  pile and they just haven't yet typed up the letter of rejection to send me?
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 are they in the process of scheduling my oral board?
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 are they comparing me to other candidates right now,  and i'm neck- in- neck with another person,  and they're looking over how i committed petty ( very petty)  theft in my past,  and is thinking i have a capacity for corruption?  paranoia,  anxiety,  FEAR.  besides that,  i've been a little creative today.
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 i'm in the middle of drawing a graphic ad about drugs.
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 i'm thinking about submitting it to anti- drug campaigns.
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 it's really quiet.
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 my parents are in toronto visiting family and i miss them.
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 i hope they're having a good time.
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 in the meantime,  my dog and i are bonding.
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 she's really old now -  i think she turned 13 this year.
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 we take a lot of naps.  my private lesson business is taking off.
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 i have a client tomorrow before my dinner shift at the restaurant and another client to schedule.
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 : D&
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 it's unfortunate that all this stuff put together still doesn't pay enough.
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 moving back to the east coast to be with friends is entirely appetizing right now.
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 we'll see.
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 if SDPD doesn't pan out,  i just might take off.  g'nite.
