Didn't get the job at Pizza Hut; after grad school came up they soon got wise to my "work one month then leave" plan and told me I could get virtually no hours.

Which is still better than my work schedule right now. But whatever. Still shocked, though.

As consolation I went F-golfing yesterday for the first time since last fall. I'm either twice as bad as I used to be or still not used to playing with tournament par. Either way, that +35 was irritating: O'Hauser rocked me.

I can't really take F-golf too seriously, but I do remember being under 20 consistently last summer. Only one way to improve.

The Politician suggests that (and here there are all kind of hidden assumptions about how cheaply I live) I just have fun for a month and worry about a job in Chicago. (I have plenty of other stuff to worry about before August, I might add.)

Copping out is tempting, and perhaps likely, but I know of a dark place, where, perhaps, I can find what I seek... Papa John's.