The Opening Salvo
So here it begins. The wandering thoughts of an unmotivated English major who is, hopefully, in the throes of the most difficult part of his life. No job, except for the occasional carpenter's assistant gigs. No relationships, unless you count the as-yet undowsed torch carried for nearly seven years. No direction, save forward. And forward he shall go, though perhaps not as boldly as he'd like to.

This is not necessarily intended to be entertainment for the masses: it is a merely record for my own sanity. A journal, if you will, though I am certainly no writer. It will serve as a place to corral my thoughts as they surface. Hopefully, this web log will eventually reflect a change in life - a modulation from a minor to a major key - with a reasonably happy ending. May be a long journey, though...

I'll also try to pick up some coding skills along the way. Gads, these templates are ugly...

And just where does it start? Right now, I suppose. It's late evening and lunch still feels firmly locked to my spare tyre. The kittens (Mitzi and Fidge), having just finished their dinner, are flying about the apartment, doing that primal spazoid thing that cats do.

Karaoke time is in full bloom at the moment, as the wannabe lounge singer in the next apartment has gotten sufficiently inebriated and has decided to practice Kenny Rogers tunes at full volume - wait...now he's doing Louis Prima. His voice combines the worst of Steve Lawrence and Astro (of Jetsons fame). Fibber McGee's closet opened with more rhythm than this gentleman could ever muster...

I've been home all day, surfing the web for hopeful news about the economy and jobs. Ha ha. Woke up late, as there were fistfights threatening in the apartments well past 3:30 a.m. This was a nice place back when I moved in - the past year has seen a depressing influx of all sorts of unpleasant characters.

To-morrow should be a busy day. Clean things up, check in with the employment agency, rotate the wheels on the rollerblades (and hopefully get a chance to use them), and perhaps a Goodwill run to make a little more space in the apartment.

[Aw, geez...Enough with the 'Just a Gigolo' already...at least try to get the lyrics right, for cryin' out loud...]