If anyone knows of a place I can work full time, let me know please. God, I hate this. I spent several more hours on the Internet researching jobs I would be qualified for with a BA in Interpersonal Communication, and there's some things that don't sound too bad, but I can't suddenly become a copy writer or advertising specialist without experience. This is too depressing, and the 60 degrees and rain aren't helping either. I was actually contemplating going to one of those computer training schools for computer graphics and design stuff, but I would need money to pay for it, and a job to supply the money to pay for it, and if I had a job, I probably wouldn't want to do that anyway.

In other news, Roy Halladay owned the Yankees yesterday, and it was enjoyable watching the Jays win a game, since I hadn't seen them win on tv since the end of May probably. In a way, I kind of feel bad for Jeff Weaver. I don't like the Yankees, but if he was on another team that was mediocre, he wouldn't be scrutinized nearly as much. Yeah, he isn't very good, but when Josh Phelps blasted that 3-run homer in the 8th yesterday, Weaver's head just fell, and I actually felt sorry for him. The game was over anyway, because fat Wells allowed 5 runs before Weaver entered. Oh well.

Today doesn't feel like Tuesday to me. And it doesn't feel like September. It feels more like the middle of October. Dreary and chilly. Well, here's another part of my story:



Corey brought me to his house. I thought he was hiding something from me. He didn’t say much since Andy showed him the newspaper in the morning. I told him to take me to my home, since his absence of mind wasn’t contributing to any comfort for me. I would have been better off alone. Maybe I could clear my head and forget about things for a while.

Corey walked my to my door and made sure I was in before retreating back to his place. He ate some pizza and watched the game all night. He knew not to call when I ask him to be alone for a while. I always called him when I was ready.

It was six o’clock, so I watched the news when I got home. They reported that Sammy had apparently left town and the police couldn’t trace his whereabouts. He was gone. They fucked up. Commercial.

I was too worked up to eat dinner that night, so I continued to watch the science channel until about ten. I decided my eyes were tired at that point, so I went to sleep.