Flashback

As I procrastinate working on my book, I might as well write something and try to get the proverbial juices flowing. So last night I went back to my old work and asked to come back there. This is hopefully a temporary situation but a necessary one unfortunately as I am out of money and my parents are soon to follow. So the need to support myself is pretty imperative. I was hoping to catch on to a much better restaurant but at least I know the place, it's convenient to where I live, and I should be able to make a decent living at it. Oddly enough, here I am in my parents house, single, and working at the Beach Cafe again. Almost exactly my situation when I moved to Seattle from LA in 2003. Circle of life, I guess.