I overslept this morning. I need a new alarm clock. I forgot I threw the old one out upon moving. It was worn out. Is eight years a good shelf life for a clock?

Speaking of moving, the Big Move came and went. I'm still stuck in Craptown. Being in this house is weird. The only thing is I get to share the adjustment period with the family.

My mom (and someone else) are trying to get me to consider this local job. I don't really want to, and I think the reason is that it would tie me down. I've been thinking about this. I don't want to make that kind of commitment. Not to a job in Craptown. I'm sure they're looking for someone who'll want to be there a while. I wouldn't. I ask myself if I'm being stupid and stubborn. Probably. And it sure would be unprofessional to show up to work at the local paper with a disdain for the very town in which it originates. I have decided that Craptown is not the place for young singles who aren't originally from Craptown. There, I said that, too. I read an article in the local paper once about a young couple who lived in downtown Baltimore but couldn't abide by the occasional gunfire and something-or-other (I know I'm making it sound trite but try to ignore it), so they packed up and moved back to Neighbor-of-Craptown. Well, that's all well and good for them, that's where they're from and they like it. How many times to I have to say I'm not from here, I don't want to be from here, and I don't like it here? I want to get away. I need to get away. I need my own life. I need to get out and meet people, make friends, more than friends, or I'll never get married someday. Married to someone not from Craptown who doesn't want to move back to Craptown to be near his family (not that my mother would complain). I need to go be a responsible adult now. I've needed that for a while, actually. I thank someone for unintentionally opening my eyes.

I will have a job before my birthday. It would be a disgrace not to.