spacecamp, thai food and dreams

I woke up in a stupor this morning, having had yet another dream about random men offering me spring rolls. I'm not entirely sure why it's significant enough to blog about but I haven't had much else happen today so here it is.
I first began dreaming about a classmate of mine in graduate school, who I have absolutely no interest in. After all, I am happily manfriended and have been for going on 4 years. However, this classmate is quite the dish and girls heart him. So I suppose it's understandable how he snuck into my wee subconscious.
I know what you're asking....what kind of spring rolls would warrant such musings and random man love? Totally. Such a good question. And I have no idea so I'm going to make it up and say shrimp.

After the adulterous (though completely PG) shrimp roll dream, I rolled out of slumbertown and made some delicious Mocha Joe's coffee. So cheap and delicious and fresh, beans from the Brattleboro Co-Op. I enjoy the Co-Op. I also bought dark chocolate-covered almonds. Unrelated but a good sugar boost when loafing in the middle of the afternoon.

I digress.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, though I've been sending my resume to so many people, I feel dirty.

Exciting: I did watch SpaceCamp again. I love that film. Especially the crazy 80's hair and valley girl in charge of the Morse code back to NASA, who is the actress married to John Travolta.

Yeah. I know. You can blame my latch-key upbringing and love of the ridiculous.

jobless...and kinda hungry. not really related.

I should be outdoors doing something productive or...outdoorsy. It's 65 and sunny here and I'm at the computer screen updating my resume for the next bombardment of begging and pleading for gainful employment. Yes, begging AND pleading. I'm willing to do both. Not much more though, I'm with manfriend. Though ask me four years ago, my standards of behavior were lower. Too bad for you.

So I live in THE SMALLEST EFFING TOWN EVER and no one is hiring. Which, ya know, is to be expected. It's small and I'm not a carpenter nor a mechanic...nor willing to work at
a nuclear power plant. I like my things in correct numbers-no need for an extra boob or ear or something otherwise weird to most people. Again, my standards waver.
I used to live in New Orleans, and it's quite large and with more jobs than some places. But it's a town that, even with great paychecks, will eat not only your paycheck but your good sense if you let it. So I continue to look and have some great prospects in towns like D.C. and NYC, where the cost of living will not only eat my paycheck but my good sense, if I let it.