Applied for a job...

...at an Italian restaurant. Wish me luck with that; I don't exactly dream of being a waiter, but I do like to get money so that I can live like a human being, and not a pathetic vulture eating other people's table scraps. Oh, I'll eat the scraps anyway (I like the taste of unwanted detritus), but at least I'll have a meal of my own, and can mooch as a supplement. Speaking of meals, I ate dinner with Tash and her friend Meghan, which was nice enough... but ultimately I wanted to spend some with Tash and not Meghan, or indeed, anyone else, so it was depressing. And now... I feel sort of ill. So I'm going to sleep.