What a frustrating night. I took myself across town (everything is across town when you live in the beaches,) to go to therp, except that there was a miscommunication, and she wasn’t there, so I phoned her and rescheduled for Thursday. I would explain more, but don’t feel like it.

And as I sit here, a friend says to me “there’s a job at *****, if you want the gig call so-and-so.” It’s very likely that I would get the job if I called, too. Order desk thing. Except it’s another ‘means to an end’ job…