The Slightly Realer World

I love not being in NYC anymore... but I HATE being unemployed. I, as a person, have no concept of what to do with myself for hours on end of free time. I've been here a week. So far I've thrown 15 bags of trash out of my room, gone shopping 3 times, played several hours of computer games, moved my boyfriend into a new apartment, joined the Y, and reorganized my closet. I'm still bored out of my ever loving mind. 3 nights a week at the dreaded Pub is not enough to occupy my time. All I can say is.. I need a job. Soon. And it had better not suck.