Hopes and habits

Coming up on another one of those anniversaries. Six months since I worked. I had a nearly 5 year period of this at one time. And it isn't for lack of trying to look. But how does one pass the time? Taking a nice hot walk, copy and fax a thin resume or two. A snack and a bit of video. The weather has finally dipped in DC so if I want to slum it in the park and play guitar for the lunch crowd and the winos, fine and not too insufferable.
Two things are pulling me through this juncture, well the Xanax helped at first but more importantly, my girlfriend Julie, who I know is reading this.. Hi baby, you looked pleasantly disheveled waking up. Messy bangs and all. Shortly thereafter, sharp and snazzy, fetchingly chamrming, n' purty. Courier of millions who have glaringly obvious questions to put to the leader of the free world. She gets to ask em, though W often wriggles out of them spots without providing a proper answer. Is this what we get for our very expensive democracy?