April 28, 2002
My roommate is gone. Moved back home for the summer. It's going to be a long lonely summer unless I get a job. I'm not going home. I've decided that. Job search begins. A few promising positions, but I'll take what I can get. And now, I wait. Nothing to do but wait for a call for an interview. I've scattered my seed across the city, something is bound to grow. I hate this game. This waiting game. It's very boring. The sooner I get some structure back into my life, the better. Work shall temporarily replace my beloved school.