Today is Bloomsday, the high holy holiday of everyone's favorite literary period, Modernism. Technically it's a celebration of James Joyce and his novel Ulysses, but I'll take what I can get.

I haven't read Ulysses, actually, just a bunch of Joyce's short stories and the entry-level classic A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. Probably another reason why I like to think of this holiday in broader terms.

But back to business. Still no phone service in our apartment and still no job -- though I expect to hear back from Pizza Hut sometime next week, and hopes are high. They gave me a free personal pan pizza just for applying.

By my estimate I'll be working there all of a month if I get hired. This summer is looking more and more like a wash.

In the meantime I've been playing a lot of the new GTA: San Andreas on the Xbox, and while it's amazingly M-for-mature compared to the other games in the franchise, that's finally ceased to surprise me and I can just enjoy the game. The characters and story are head and shoulders above, say, GTA: Vice City, which is probably the game's saving grace when I'm on one of the 15-minute missions.

Going home this weekend, and since my cell phone is acting up and Jenna didn't email me any directions I'm hoping the logistics work out. Assuming I get there, it should be a good time. A regular B-town reunion.