I hate working. I really really hate working. I wonder if I would enjoy working if I liked my job, or if I would still hate it. All I want to do is travel the world and explore new places, see new things, and write. Preferably after winning the lottery.

I looked for a new job yesterday and found a couple of leads, but completely forgot about them last night when I could have sent out my resume. I'll have to write it on my hand or something as a reminder.

I brought lunch to work yesterday and again today. I got up this morning and fired up the crockpot, so vegetarian chili will be ready when I walk in the door tonight. I'm going to look around the web for a quick cornbread recipe to go with it. Tuesday nights are busy so dinner has to be quick!