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I spent the day atop the seawall in Hampton, New Hampshire, observing less-than-epic sets of unsurfable waves roll into shore, and waiting for a call that did not come. You know what's not so cool? Waiting by the phone for a call that you find out was never going to happen. Anyway.

I found out that the game I had been working on before I moved to Massachusetts is still not finished. Several of my former co-workers are doing weekend duty just to get it shipped. Ouch. I feel bad jumping ship on them before the game went to gold mastering, but, honestly, I had to take this opportunity when it came. Besides, I made my decision based on the project schedule that was available at the time I made said decision, and the game was supposed to have been done by now. I still feel like a heel, though.

Get this. My best friend in high school, the guy a lot of people figured would grow up to be a serial killer (yes, I ran with the freaks and geeks crowd), is a married homeowner who is about to have his first kid in January. That officially makes me the only single person amongst the people with whom I graduated from high school. Well, the people I stay in contact with. Actually, I think I'm the only single person at my new company. My relationship status came up in conversation the other day, and I got the usual patronizing 'Oh' that I get from married people when they find out I'm single. I wanted to tell the person to whom I was talking that I had been dumped by my fiancee for a writer on a sitcom, but really, is personal information like that an appropriate topic of conversation with someone you've only known for a month?

Now, I must pack up my shit so that I can check out of this hotel tomorrow morning. I will miss watching Arnold Schwarzenegger in 'Predator' on Cinemax every night, but I am looking forward to entertaining in my new place. Consider this an invitation for autumn barbecues at my abode. You'll have to bring the coleslaw, though.