Yow. I really didn't mean to go that long without an entry, it's just that my life has changed in such a way that makes internet access so much less, well, accessible. We don't yet have a connection in my new house, so I'm stuck with whatever time I can squeeze in at work. But when we do get a connection at home, hoo-boy, it'll be a doozy: At present, Patrick and I are planning on networking our house and getting a DSL line- which may well be faster than our networked connection in the dorms was!

In the meantime, though, I've actually kind of gotten used to not being connected all the time. I have to admit, it's been a nice vacation not to have to worry about writing a journal entry every day. On the other hand, for the past week or so I've felt the overwhelming need to write- most likely as a result of my deprivation of such activities- so you can probably look forward to many more clandestine lunch-hour entries.

If anything, this summer is proving to be more hectic than the school year: I'm forced to wake up at the ungodly hour of 6:30 Monday through Friday, more often than not, my weekdays are twelve-hour days.

Naturally, the primary drain on my time is work. My job in the community service office is rather cush- I like my co-workers, and since I'm doing stuff they don't understand (web design), they pretty much leave me to my own devices. Unfortunately, I only work part time here, with the rest of my days spent in the hellish bowels of the bakery. There's really only one explanation for my distaste of that job: I. Hate. People. Or rather, I hate having no control over which people I interact with. Rather, I have a stream of hundreds of customers in the course of a shift, all of whom are either annoyed, annoying, or both. It is tiring to interact with so many different personalities in such rapid succession. Generally, I leave work very cranky.

Ah well, I really must upload this and be back to work. Coming attractions: my terribly thrilling class in feminist theory, and the experiment in communal living that is my house.

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