Bah! I'm going nowhere. The work-practice period at the monastery filled up, who woulda thunk? I found out by phone, and I think the guy was surprised because I sounded so cheerful about it. Hm, maybe I was cheerful about it. But instead of being anxious about inconvenienced by finding a ride to and from there, now I don't have an excuse to procrastinate another three weeks in figuring out what I'm gonna do next. Life is hard.

Three weeks. At least I can catch the SF Int'l Film Fest. Yup, instead of saving money by having no expenditures for three weeks, I get to blow a wad. Yeehaw! Only matinees though, with the probable exception of the Metallica film. They just sent me a catalog to peruse.