i'm gainfully employed
full-time at papa john's. i start at 5pm. no, i'm not kidding. it's so deathly serious, i'm about choking on humble pie right now.
my dad asked me if i think my stepmother is anorexic. "sometimes i think maybe she is," he offered nonchalantly. and then proceeded to shoot down every bit of supporting evidence i gave. that was almost like progress we made there. almost!
today was my first day of productivity in a while, excluding recouperating as prodcutive. (which is really sort of an unfair exclusion, but hey, it's mine to make i guess.) i think i only watched about an hour of TV total! every time i use an exclamation mark, i feel like i'm just handing over a platefull of brain cells and dropping them into the ether. anyway, i worked on israel stuff 9-10am (because of the time difference), broached a new short-term life-plan to papa (which at the time didn't involve papa john's, i'll tell ya that), drove alex to the airport and back, uh stuff, mall to apply for jobs. which culminated in the pizzajobdebacle.
and some more stuff. my dad thinks being a venture capitalist is very interesting (betting with other people's money! fun!) and i should look into it. my stepmother said the only venture capitalists she knows are gay or russian. papa suggested that probably neither of those groups are a problem/threat for me.
i'm listening to fake french rockpunk (Nous Non Plus) and Japanese/English citric pop (Asobi Seksu). thanks, music-recommendations-section of bust.
ps--this is my official return to the interwebbed world. welcome, me.