growing in the goo

blah. I want a job! HIRE ME, PEOPLE! Although I suppose I haven't been working as hard as I should have been on the whole "job searching" thing. I've been spending a lot of time babysitting, and just slacking off in general. But I must redouble (or requadruple?) the efforts tomorrow, if I truly want to get things settled.

I feel like Russell Crowe in The Cinderella Man....this time around I know what I'm fighting for. My bread. (or was it my milk?) At any rate. I'm feeling it now. And what do you guys think? Should I move down to DC with a full time waitressing job, relying on getting another job after a bit? I'm inclined against that plan, b/c, knowing me, I'll get bogged down in the demands of waitressing...and then not find a real job. ever. And have you ever seen me carry something without dropping it at least one time before reaching my destination? I'd be a horrible server.

I think it's high time for bed.

on the upside, I'm really looking forward to going to maine.