Still nothing much to report. I should have more to say, but I'm trying to find yet more fucking jobs to apply for and that's turned my brain mostway to mush. Fucking jobs.

I hate days like today. Walking around with a permanent hardon, that nothing seems to deal with. And I mean nothing. I'm going to have a problem when I try to get to sleep, that's for sure. Maybe I should apply for a job as a modern art towel rack for the discerning girl...