jeter in super-slo-mo is mental chocolate

haven't posted in over seven months. got all busy as i got an assignment--finally!--from the temp agency. an assignment which ended yesterday.

once again, i am unemployed.

it's a little worse this time. i'm the bread-winner nowadays. seriously. i pay for the bread. milk. my income covers electricity and water and food. and now i'm sitting in a panic, hoping that i get another placement by this craptacular agency i've been working for.

my panic is a tightness in the chest, an ache around the heart. i thought i was just sad, as it had been a long, long assignment and i really liked some of the people with whom i worked. but no. i'm not that sentimental. i'm just repressing fear. fear which is keeping me from sitting still.

thank goodness for the distraction that is yankees baseball. that is derek jeter at home plate, hitting yet again. that is derek jeter, for pity's sake. that man is nigh unto divine in nature. i'd drool, but it's unbecoming and would mess up my keyboard.

lord, i cannot lose the cable. no! *cries into chai* i hate being broke!

i have realized i don't know how to write a resume for a career-type job.

don't worry, my little メロンパンs. i'm sure it'll work out all right. and i'm a yankees fan, so no matter what, i still have something positive in my life. tra la!

チュ！