For all of you concerned parties, I made it back from NY in one piece. I have yet to recover from jet lag (or ‘jet leg’ as I embarrassingly spelled it on facebook), and it was because of this that I decided to grocery shopping at 7:30 am Sunday morning. 

An interesting subset of Burbank citizens go grocery shopping then. The sociological name for this subset is, I believe, ‘old people’. Really, they’re such a delight… I kindly invite any of you to shoot me if I turn 65 and start to smell like pepper. 

In other news, I’m back on the job hunting trail. I feel like I’ve reverted to my May 2008 self, when I just moved here, was enamored with the weather, and was painfully unemployed. It’s good, in a way, that I was home for two weeks because now I’m better able to appreciate how good we have it weather-wise out here. Is there the fear that I will never get a job? Of course there is. But I’m still in a travel haze, and I’m hoping that will last until I get my job. Or else panic will set in. And panicked Rit is even less fun than normal Rit. Yes, it’s possible.

Oh yeah, also, I passed my year of being on Tumblr sometime last month. Happy anniversary or whatever.