At least the temperatures have cooled to reasonable levels.

Yesterday, we went to the Akron Zoo because it's a good diversion and our membership allows us to get in for free for the next month before we have to re-up. It was an enjoyable way to spend an afternoon. Last night, we went over to Kory and Amy's for Mario Party, Cranium and organic chips/salsa. Mario Party for Gamecube was a welcome return to arcade games that are so lacked by next generation game consoles. There's only so much you can get from first-person RPGs and sports games, which was mostly what I had in my xBox days.

If I had time and money to invest, I might.

We're coming toward the tail-end of the financial famine known as summer. August will bring steady predictable paychecks and financial aid. Financial aid will be in our hands a matter of hours before bills are paid, and the famine begins anew.

Our diet lately has been poor in nutrition and routine. I've spent more time in the bathroon coping with the consequences this morning than any other activity. My body craves routine more than anything, and it hasn't been allowed to fulfill that craving. A trip to the grocery for supplemental foods is imminent.

I've had this feeling the past few weeks that I've needed something, but I'm not sure what. I don't even have a category into which this need falls, but it's there. I don't know whether it's an unfulfillment of activity or of my physical self, or even if it's emotionally, socially or religiously related. I know I miss classes and that normal routine that fall and spring semesters offer, but I don't know if this is presenting the problem.

I almost feel homesick, even though I feel like Akron is my home. Maybe I need to visit the family in Muncie, which could potentially happen in a week or two pending financial arrangements and acquisition of transportation. The investigation will continue.

Pedro's been sputtering upon start-up these past few days. It's outside of the realm of my mechanical knowledge to understand. Once he's going, he's fine. I can partially attribute it to his increased workload, which came with his ascension to the position of primary family car. The Impala, while mechanically sound, is financially bound to our driveway because the lease is out of mileage. Pedro's been getting a workout, but I don't think I'd trust him to take us to Indiana just yet. Then again, he's been in to the mechanic so much lately that I'm quickly tiring of paying for his repairs, and I don't want to take him back to address the sputtering issue.

Amy's still trying to find a job. We spent a substantial portion of Friday filling out and delivering applications to various places. She's probably turned in 50 applications and resumes, and has gotten about three calls. It's frustrating for us both, but she definitely needed to get out of Pet Guards.

That place was like a prison.