Gainfully employed

          Got the job! I'm now a portrait studio photographer. Neat.

          It's amazing how quickly I start to revert when I'm home. It's not a process I can prevent, fight it how I may. It something about the air, maybe. Or the texture of the silence of suburban evenings. It brings out all the anxieties and irritabilities I thought I left behind when I went to college. My temper shortens a few yards when I've been home too long. Couldn't tell you why.
          I've also had to kill a bunch of spiders since being home, and I feel like I'm just accumulating bad spider-karma. I really don't want to wake up with a spider on my face again. That one time was more than enough.

          I think I might try to work out some of this aimless irascibility and restlessness by being productive and creative. I might sew something. Maybe I'll get around to making that quilt I've been putting off. Or some potholders for my (near-)future kitchen. I also have a pattern for boxer shorts which I'm tempted to try out.
          Or ... I guess maybe I should instead work on writing a cover letter for that one real-job application.

          Responsibility.