Well, once again it seems like it is, or at least it was until midnight, Liberation Day, the anniversary of my quitting my soul sucking job at Providian Financial to embark on a pizza delivery adventure or something. That was four years ago. It's hard to believe. I don't have much to say about it at this point, I guess I just feel obligated for some reason to write some kind of an entry about it because that's what I've always done. I celebrated the holiday by, well, embarking on a pizza delivery adventure, as usual. A guy today asked me how the job was and I replied, "It's a job." He said, "Not too great, huh?" and I said, "Well, I spend the whole day in my car. It's not that bad." And I thought to myself, "I've certainly had worse." I always feel like I should feel shitty about what I do, and sometimes I really do feel shitty about it. I'm not going to do it forever -- at least I sure hope not -- but as it goes it's not all that bad. At least I can drive to work in the morning and rarely consider steering the car off a bridge. So like I said, it's better than some jobs I've had.

Right now Jenn is in Utah for a few days and man it is a BUMMER. I've got a few little projects I've been working on and I work every day that she's gone, so I'm passing the time alright while she's gone, but it just sucks being here alone. I really miss her.

Okay, so I guess my next entry will probably be in four days for the obligatory "diaryland anniversary" update. Very very exciting. More boring bullshit. Stay tuned for that!