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Another pointless weekday.

Seeing as how I am unemployed, I always dread Mondays. It's the start of at least 40 hrs of alone time while every one else goes off and works, and at this point I think I've run out of things to do to occupy my time.  It's not like there aren't silly little things around the house that I could be doing - my room is full of crap that I never unpacked way back from college, other stuff i never unpacked from Colorado, and everything else is organized a way only I can understand (which means it's thrown about or stuffed in drawers). I could be cleaning it up and start sortof packing for the event that I do end up moving to Montana. But I can't stand staying here all day, so for all intensive reasons, cleaning my room is not an option.

I was all pumped to go for a good run today - it's the warmest it's been this year I think (high of 54 degrees I think?). But I forgot that I am in Michigan - it rains at every given opportunity if the weather is between 50 and 80 degrees. Silly me, what was I thinking. I did get a nice 5 mile hike in yesterday at Brighton, as well as an excellent hockey game last night. Our team kicks ass! Not sure of the standings but we are one of the top teams, and I think I am playing better than when I started. Ok, so I still can't stop very well, but that's ok as long as I take out someone from the other team - no problem there. But my stickhandling is absolutely appalling. According to my hockey-pro-hopeful 11 yr old brother, my stick is wrong for me. I love being told I am wrong by someone half my age - it keeps things in perspective as to how little I actually know. ;) Still no goals or assists, but just you wait!

Wednesday is the zoo interview. Yikes! Pretty much one of my last chances to have a job related to my field here in detroit... then it's either on to Montana after all, or sticking around here and mowing grass for the summer. And since I'm already a seasoned pro at mowing even the toughest turf (ha!), I don't really thinkI need another summer of practice if I can avoid it.