So. As much as I hate old people, the fact that I got a call back today from some retirement community about a serving job in one of their restaurants made me smile. As much as I hate to admit it, McDonald's didn't call back. Staples didn't call back. Red Robin didn't call back. Chevron didn't call back. Nope. The damned people who take care of old people called me back. ME. I hate the elderly, but sometimes they make me smile.

Self-Install

Plug port
Three-fourths
Through and under
in -- to
bridges. Folding over
Writhing my wrist
Never stops to
wither.
Weather. pitter-patter.
Drop in -- to
eyes. Close the
windows. Re-boot
resist and repel and refrain.
Hold back -- tears
ethereal material.
Electrical -- components, flesh.
Formidable and foreboding.
Clap : Clap : Clap
Off. Over. Under. On.

Hopefully I'll start writing again soon, but this will be changing to a combo blog/poetry/whatever-the-hell-I-feel-like-saying kind of deal.

To do list:
Get a job.
Get new friends in the area.
Get a real bed.
Get a microwave.
Get a TV for my room.
Find a good bar within walking distance.
Play sanctioned MTG.
Start using the fitness center.
Write something.
Join a softball league.
Buy a basketball.
Find somewhere to play basketball.
[[Insert a bunch of other things that I am surely forgetting]]

GO!