I didn’t end up going to NYC, but stayed the weekend in Northern Virginia with an old friend. A lot of quality television and bad football was watched during the day while at night we went out and met up with friends from school who are now saving the world—or making a fortune—in DC. Was somewhat the antithesis of a weekend I would have had in LA: I recognized people wherever we went (and because I knew them, not because they once guest-starred on Felicity or similar) and it rained—nay, poured—all weekend.

I walked around the city by myself on Friday in the rain, and decided whatever dreams I had for public transportation and walking were ridiculous and convoluted and that I really have no interest in ever taking a metro ever, ever again. And that walking is nice until it’s pouring and you’re soaked. I went to the Museum of the American Indian but promptly left when I remembered that I don’t have the attention span for museums.

Anyway, weekend was fun and fine, and I don’t think I want to live in DC, though I didn’t think I wanted to live in DC before this weekend, so really, as far as developing life plans, etc. this weekend was pointless.

This week I will: Apply for a lot of jobs. In a lot of cities. And a lot of fields. And if I get one, I will know that all this time I really just wanted that job, in that place. Yes. So this is the plan.