I was in Berkeley and the surrounding area for the past week or so. It was kind of like a breath of fresh air. Maybe it was a bucket of cold water poured on me, what with all the rain, but that's only literally and not at all an apt metaphor. Fresh air, then, or something like it.
I need some change, soon. I need a job, sooner, but apparently that's not meant to be.
I wonder if Obama would have me.
