Watched Syriana, a movie I'll charitably dismiss as "challenging," last night with Jess and Markie. It's definitely not a good party movie, in any case.

Though of all the people in the room, I was probably the farthest away from Syriana's politics, I'm the only one who managed to watch the whole thing – Jess left, Markie fell asleep – and I only caught about half a gist.

This may have had something to do with all the drinking, I suppose; we'd taken a road trip to the legendary Big Top liquor store earlier that day. For the next few months, this is the official apartment of the girlie drink.

Yesterday night's break, one of many, was a welcome respite from cover letter bootcamp. I know people say that you should think of applying to jobs as a full-time job in-and-of itself, but for me it has to be part-time or I will go crazy. There are only so many jobs I'm really interested in when the scope is this long-term.

Other breaks have been taken up by The 4400 (pronounced "the forty-four hundred"), the newest show in a long line of promising but ultimately mediocre programs I nonetheless find myself addicted to.

See also: the new Battlestar Galactica, Space: Above and Beyond, The Dead Zone, Invasion, The Invaders, The Prisoner... basically, I'm a sucker. Though in the case of The 4400, I have guarded hopes for the new season. My retooling-sense is tingling.

Priority: get a fulfilling job, or at the very least, a great videogame.