- jobless

- So I'm a bum. Yeah, I ended up quitting my job of 5.5 years, and while it's kind of nice not to have to go back to that place, it would also be nice to have some income. It's weird; I don't think I'm going to miss it, really. As long as it's honorable, there is no such thing as work that is too low for a person; that's what I was told over the weekend, and I like the whole noble ideal behind that sentiment.

- It's hard to be funny when you don't have a job. I'm going to miss some people, I guess. We weren't even close; it's just that talking to them made things easier. Ah, well; that's life.

- I'm hoping I can get a job writing, but that would entirely be by the working of God. I have no experience, don't have my degree yet, and there aren't many opportunities around here for that kind of work anyway. So I'm praying in that direction, but I think it's important to stay open to whatever He brings my way.

- Did you hear about the teachers who staged a fake gunman attack at their school? Did they honestly believe they would be able to hold onto their jobs after that? Well, maybe they will, but that's pretty insane. Just wait until the Today show starts interviewing people involved, and Al Sharpton realizes that some of the kids may have been black.

- Favre is demanding a trade! Well, I didn't expect that. I guess he got tired of hearing people say he was washed-up and figured that he could blame his team, and maybe save his reputation. Still, way to alienate the only city you've ever played for, Brett. You understand how much Rodger Clemens is hated by Boston and Houston right now? We're talking about the one sport Wisconsin really has! Now, they supposedly worked it out, but come on, Fav-ray. Better to go out idolized by at least one city then detested by two (the poor team's that would acquire him and Green Bay).

- I think tomorrow I'm not going to do much except write and watch Heroes. My mind keeps going, and it's depressing me. Writing forces me to think about something or someone else, even if they aren't real.