i'm watching game 5 of the national league championship series, rooting for the mets against the cardinals. the mets are kind of blowing at the moment. well, my dad tells me that they're actually not but it feels like they are, by virtue of the fact that they're losing.

i sent out another two or three resumes today. barf. i'm tired of all this shit. i started looking at the los angeles craigslist jobs just for shits and giggles, and found not only jobs that i feel i'm more qualified for, but rents that didn't make me want to cry. okay, so, to be fair, i did spend about twenty minutes looking at rental prices on nyc craigslist, which is never good for the heart. but yeah.

i don't know. i feel stagnant. it's not a new feeling, to be sure, but it's there, and i'm kind of sick of it.

not sick enough to go get a job at starbucks, but you follow me, no?

okay my writing stamina isn't what i'd thought it would be. making up for last night's novel, i suppose.