May 06, 2004
- Lemme see...well, the job hunt continues without success. I've had one-and-a-half interviews (one was with one them "employment services" agencies that I knew wouldn't lead to much, but I figured it would be good practice in putting on the suit and showing off the portfolio). I still have cash in the bank and a few months of unemployment eligibility, so life remains okay.
- I went with my friend Gerard from improv down to Atlantic City and managed to win a few bucks, plus I won a few more in a poker game or two, so while the gambling isn't exactly paying my way these days, it's covered a few dinners and my ticket to see Morrissey tomorrow night with Mike "License Plate: MOZFAN" Wolf.
- Taking a quick swing around the ol' blogroll (which I have also neglected during this lazy hiatus) I discover that Daniella now has a brand-spanking-new URL, with full-color photos of New Orleans cuisine (and by the way, her and John have a lovely home, and if you stop by they will fill you with cheese); Paul Frankenstein will indeed be continuing his regular blogging during his months-long stay in the Far East, which is wonderful news for those of us who want to stay informed on the worldwide expansion plans of Ruth's Chris Steakhouses; Edie Singleton is in fine blogging form, datin' up a storm (I'm halfway to a rap, there); and Mike Whybark still has way too much time on his hands.
- I've finished six of my eight improv classes, and I seem to have hit the same mental lull I did at this point in Level One. Actually, with my weekly extra practice session in addition to my three-hour class a week, it might just be that I'm a little improvved out right now. I probably would have ended up skipping tonight's session even if I hadn't, in fact....
- Completely wrecked my hamstring the other night at tennis, to the point where I still can barely walk. I spent an hour driving down to central NJ, changed and did my stretching (and yes, I did my stretching; you pull a hamstring and people line up around the block to give you crap for not stretching enough), and then three points into the game I go up for an overhead and feel a very painful pop. Heck of a fun night, lemme tell you.
- And just to wrap up...I went to a nice and low-key Mets day game, checked out the recommended (especially if you have an interest in architecture, though this isn't a necessity) My Architect, read "Things Worth Fighting For," the Michael Kelly collection, and helped my sister move into her swank new apartment. So I've been keeping busy.
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