I've been feeling a little depressed and haven't been inspired to blog. I think it's the requisite bi-monthly Stress And Freak-Out required by the California Employment Development Department (such a nice way of saying "Unemployment"). I've been due for one, anyway. It'd been a while since I considered doing anything like moving to Tangiers, sub-letting my apartment to European backpackers, or joining the CIA.

Actually, that last one is no joke (well, not to my father, anyway). I made the mistake of mentioning to him my life-long secret dream of working for the CIA, and now that's all he can talk to me about. I've, actually, gone so far as to research the training program. So, if you don't hear from me in a few years, just assume that I'm working as an undercover Mafia housewife in New Jersey (actually, never mind, I'll never get the accent right...).

Just for today, I can have my freak-outs.