My restlessness has manifested in some resume writing and apartment scoping. Odds are quite high I will remain in both my job and home, but... but... I need to open the door, see what's outside my house. I feel less helpless. It was an intense three days of old-boss-finding and resume-writing. I wrote, rewrote, unwrote, and wrote again what I believe is a brilliant cover letter. What next? More food? Back to writing. I will see what I can find, and I'm sure I'll know immediately if it's mine.

Studio across the street from work. Cute, convenient, but too tiny. If there were a dishwasher, maybe, but I would fill that nook of a kitchen with dirty dishes in two days. No thanks.

I'm applying for a job that is almost exactly what I was doing before cooking - online writing for an internet company. I will coyly neglect to divulge which one, but it rhymes with frugal.

Meanwhile I talked with some Internet startup dudes about some consulting. That would be in addition to my current job, not instead. I just want to remember what it feels like to be paid what I deserve, if not more.

I had a couple of dates with a hot dude, but I don't feel much interest in another. I am kind of encouraged by the fact that v. attractive guys with nice bodies have an equal chance of sparking my interest as average guys with average bodies. It turns out I'm totally not as superficial as I thought. My chemistry is subtle. I have a couple of people I'm supposed to be set up with, and I am perfectly willing to go along.

This entry is not so well-written, and I hope that recruiters are not cunning enough to find my diary.