Growing Things

I wished I had a green thumb to grow stuff. But alas, it's not to be.  I guess I'm doing ok with my cactus but uh, my ivy needs water. I think it's dead.

Back to the whole 'looking for work' thing but I feel the tug in all directions. Maybe that's the curse of modern communication.  Friends are on the road, friends are hard at work, friends are creating, supplying, formenting, rebelling, living, dying (inside), building, passing.. What's living what's dying? Dying is scary but death, death is just sleep.

I'm figuring out ways to divide my time up between:
- Job search
- GMAT study(?)
- Living
- Writing
- Photos

But it's ok - it's ok cause Gorilla Coffee has been playing The National for the past hour!