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Bad news is coming back from talking with a co-worker to find the VP of your department on your computer, seeing that you were on the Internet and that you left your cd player on, filling the air with swear words. Probably high time I got caught anyway. At this point, caring would be a reach.

Left a message with a career counselor (for the life of me, I cannot spell that word on the first try) at Workforce Development in town, so hopefully I'll be able to stop by tomorrow between the chiro and shoe shopping.

Last night I headed over to Terry's to finish our cribbage tournament and alas, he beat me 26-25. I knotted it up at 25, but he simply was too much to take. R&B section, here I come. We also started a new tournament and played one round of Leaster cribbage, which is when the winner finishes last. It's harder than it sounds and had I scored one more point, I would have lost. Talk about the tension.

I'm taking tomorrow off and have loads of stuff to do. Hope the weather is as nice as they are predicting.

Tonight after work I'm meeting my brother for dinner and then off to the experimental theater on campus to listen to Noah's play reading. I'll be interested to see if he's just reading it or having others play the parts. He shared a script with me a few years ago and I'm curious to see if it's the same piece or something different.

I think I've all but made up my mind to have my last day here by May 31st. I have no job prospects, no leads, no anything, but this job is just sucking the life out of me. A summer here with the convention and all the hassles that go along with it would be too much to bear. It's not fair to Marie, my friends, family, et. al to take it out on them. They are the recipients of my frustration, and wrongly so. I've looked into insurance, and it's pretty expensive, but I'll see what I can do. Probably live off savings for a while and get a better handle on what I want to do with myself. Anything is better than this.