So I'm sitting at brunch, talking about plans for the summer and next year with a Marg Add acquaintance of mine, and he was saying how the worst part of res was the food and all of a sudden it hit me: with a look of horror on my face, I said, "I will have to cook for myself all summer. I'll have to pay for food. I have no job." Panic ensues.
I'm really going to start job-hunting in earnest. Monday.
Having "nothing" to do will be good while it lasts though. Today I slept in, went swimming, then went to Starbucks and read for awhile.
Brenda likes Elvis Costello, Jon Stewart, Samuel Fuller, that episode of the Simpsons with the space coyote, egg bread, kissing, Veronica Mars, spicy hummus, the Food Network, and espresso.
