I'm temping at my old job...at the temp agency. Is that like a double negative? It's nice to be here again, although I'm at their other office today. They don't brew coffee here! What a shock that was. Last night was particularly tormentful, as I was up late feeling sorry for myself because I didn't get some summer school scholarship. (Oh wah, I'm too old for summer school, and it will never make up for the absence of Band Camp from my life anyway, try as it might.) So here I was at the crack of dawn, sans caffeine. I thought it didn't matter that much, and that I'd be fine and perhaps mellow, but I was appallingly foggy. At last, my boss showed up and, seeing the dull luster of my eyes, mentioned that there's tea. Tea! With my whole being wrapped around a strong little cup, I revelled in it's bitterness and imagined myself with fireman's blanket around my shoulders, having just been rescued.