wrinkly palms

ok. so far have spent the morning making imprints of my skin on florescent orange silly putty. hmmm.

ok, not really. well, yes, i was doing that, but not all morning. did the breakfast thing. the e-mail thing. the kiss gf goodbye as she heads off to work thing. now what?

am trying not to think about the fact that it's been almost a week since the job interview and they were supposed to let me know about a second interview within a week. ::sigh:: i need to look for other jobs. i need to do many things. am unmotivated, particularly when it's this hot. bleh. hot=bad. bad bad bad.

ok, ready? plan. turn on ac in the study. go through huge piles of paper in study... organize and clean it. the job search on computer in study. all this i can do without being hot. hmm... sounds like it just might work...

why? oh why do i so lack motivation? where're my drive and ambition? where did they go?

belated

so, like, a while ago i went to europe? and i was going to write about it? well... i finally started. seemed more interesting than washing the dishes. no, i'm lying, i actually washed the dishes first. but anyway, for the nutty few who assured me they were interested...

( here's the account of the first day in paris )