So I think I'm past that requisite freak-out phase when you completely alter your life in a way that could either be very bold or very stupid (depending entirely on the outcome, of course), and now I'm just trying to find a job in my new city. All I have now is a part-time thing at Barnes & Noble, and I most definitely do not want to still be doing that for another year -- I'm completely burnt out on it after seven years (hell, I want to be done with customer service in general).

On the plus side, I have been doing some decent writing. I got an interesting idea for a screenplay if I decide to just start a whole new one for my UT application instead of revising the overlong sci-fi piece I'm almost done with. This new one is about baseball (kind of), but that's all I'll say in this forum that's open to the public.

Speaking of baseball, the Cubs just keep rolling. Watching them on TV gives me a little slice of home, though I'll admit it's kind of nice to be the one guy in Austin, Texas (at least that I've found so far, which isn't saying much) who walks around wearing a Chicago Cubs jersey. If they make the playoffs, I'll be pissed that I just moved all the way down here; I might have to arrange for a little trip up to Chicago for a few days. But that's a long way off; the season's barely half over, and I don't want to jinx it.

So if anyone actually reads my postings, have you ever done anything with your life completely cavalier that makes you ask yourself, "What the hell am I doing?" (and I don't mean a random impulse; I mean made a major decision knowing all the while that it could be a major mistake, but it could also be the only way to make something very good happen)?

Random thought of the day: wouldn't it be funny if you kicked someone in the stomach (or below) and they made the same face that Blanka from Street Fighter II makes when you kick him in the gut?