I'd say John Williams is going to get a run for his money this time. Lookout, here comes the grammy! I can just smell it.

For some reason, I seem to have become moderately addicted to watching Enterprise, despite the fact that I consider it mediocre scifi; a pale imitation of its greater predecessors. Hence, UPN on my tv right now. Boldly repeating plotlines that have been repeated many times before (except done better back then).

I think I have gone insane. No job hunting at all today. My official line is that I'm waiting for a sign from God. More specifically, I'm waiting for word from the company where my mom works. She claims, based on certain inside knowledge, that I have a very good chance of being hired. I should know for sure tomorrow.

"A sign from God." In the great tradition of responsibility-ducking pseudo-spiritual nutcases from ages present and past, I am going to assume that whatever job offer, or lack thereof, I get from said company will be indication of divine direction. If I get an offer, then "God" wants me to stay here. If not, it means "God" wants me to get out of this pisswater drought-ridden state from whence came my childhood, and move on to somewhere else in the world.

At this point, my spaghetti is nearly done, and T'Pol is once again disrobing behind a silhouetted sheet after travelling back in time to the 50s on earth. Yipee.