After the Hiatus
I'm still unemployed and now reached the threshold of wanting to go back to work. It's true I felt this way about a month ago, but I've been so busy feeling sorry for myself, it's hard to find the motivation to talk about it out-loud.

Fortunately, I have a cool roommate that is also unemployed and we find some common ground every once in a while. To say we have common ground is an inside joke, because we're pretty much opposites. Still, the advantage is that I get a sounding board that isn't afraid to bitchslap me with reality when I need it.

Something I've noticed about myself is that I now tend to listen more than I talk. Could it be that I'm bored with talking about myself? I thought that I was just exhausted with explaining how my life is still stuck in neutral. Maybe that's closer to the truth.

A few weekends ago, I went on a pretty serious bender in San Francisco. By 'bender', I mean the one weekend out of 52 that I throw caution to the wind and let the cards fall where they may. The good news is that I made it home safely, albeit poorer than when I left. The bad news is that I'm still unemployed and single. It's not like I took any steps back though, so umm, not a loss? I'll take it.