Nestling down over the "crap, how pissed is he going to get" anxiety, I've got this lovely tranquility. ::holds his tranquility blanket::
Todo: Rehash the resume, and send it out. Lots.
If for some reason I can't make it to the end of May here, I should be able to cover living expenses with a shitty part time job coupled with savings. It won't be nice, but it'll do. I've been having fantasies about working down the street at Brueggers. Sick, huh?
I doubt it will come to that, but who knows?