On Wishing I Had a Job

The title of my post pretty much describes itself, does it not?

I am, once again, sitting on my butt in my living room, in St. Cloud, because I have nothing to do during my days at home. I have rehearsal two days a week, if that. In fact, next week, I have it once. On Monday. And then I don't have it again until next Tuesday. Craziness.

I'm bored, to put it simply. I can't think of anything to do. At least, nothing that I'm completely interested in doing. I could go find some music. I could go practice that music. I could go look for another job. Or, I could sit here on my butt and wish that Tomas would come online so I can look at his pretty face and wish he were here instead.