Still doing the look-for-work. A dance whose steps I now know so well. You take one step to your left, and then a jump to your right, put your hands on your hips ("mm sex mm sex")and give a pelvic thrust... no wait. Oh shit! I've been doing the "time warp" all this time. No wonder I haven't found work. I've got an interview with Nike on Friday, though, so wish me luck. Soon I could reach my ambition of corporate goonership.

Actually, owning my own shop is looking better all the time. It's just so dang scary! Kinda. But if I stop to think about it, I'd be not much worse off than I am right now... no clients. I'd just have some debt and my own letterhead.

We'll see. I've given myself to the end of this month to find something permanent, and then I'm gonna see about a loan.