I find myself searching without undue haste, yet under a certain impassive urgency of mind, for the ever-bashful temp job with which to pay my student loans. The days have not been filled with frantic paper-filling, application-rifling, no. Not even pavement-pounding has taken more than an hour or two of my recently opened schedule. This vague sense of need has hovered like the specter of a paper coming due, yet the specter is made of an easily dispersed vapor which cannot linger in the face of a much anticipated book, or a mildly amusing television show. My mind urges me to find occupation, but the entire sum of my body is content to make small inquiries after various openings, to take small babysitting jobs, and generally drift with the days...