No move.

No looking at apartments this weekend.

I am damned tired of this.

So they�re hiring a temp, since now the worries are about forced cutbacks early in the year and of losing headcount in their department. I guess this should be a sign that I don�t want to work there, anyway.

Maybe not, but I sure as hell want out of this workplace, out of my apartment, and out of this general area right now.

Damn. I was so eager to be in Chicago at the Abbey Pub tomorrow night, knowing that I�d be living in the city soon.

I need to blow off some steam. I need to scream and cry and pound my fists on the table while I lament my fate.

I predict I�m off the wagon. Martinis anyone?