the guy who's staying with the girl who's staying with the people across the hall from me is a chef. he claims he once cooked with masaharu morimoto and can get me alton brown's cell phone number.

if i were some kind of initiate going through a trial, that last thing would be the ultimate temptation.

but this guy etc. etc. says alton's wife is hot. hmmm.

anyway, not much else. doing german, avoiding thinking further than 24 hours into the future...screening my calls and drifing between home and elsewhere.....

i have just had a most amazing discovery:

if i ever met dwight yoakam, i think i would have the best damn time ever.

i am watching him on the daily show right NOW and he thinks tangentially like me, knows a hundred useless facts like me, and can't have a linear conversation for his life like me.

i want to be his friend. is that weird?

so, today i was supposed to go in at 1 o'clock for my paid training. thank god i got the email before i went in or i would have felt even more like an ass....the guy who hired me said he hired a few people *a month ago* and they just gave him their hours. well, every time i spoke to him he made it sound like i was the only person interested, and that they would need ALL the humanpower they could get to get all of the 200+ interviews done by august. so. i'm fucked, broke, and second-job-less. and drrrrrry. and pisssed offfff.

so no interviews with inner-city kids for me.

in sunday's tribune: an article about my boss, an article about a shop down the street from me, and snippets about the local art center and a research project at my workplace. neat! they weren't even all in the same section of the paper.

struggling to motivate self to do work before end of term on friday.