Turning thirty is really not a big deal. It's been three hours and I still don't need clothespins to hold my face in place. I would, however, REALLY love to get some sleep. Bags under my eyes will probably make me look older...
Jesus Christ. I feel like I have totally ruined my life. It is going nowhere and never will. I really should've waited another year and gone to Université de Montréal. I'm fucked and it's all my fault.
For anyone who still reads this thing: I was laid-off, again. Not fired for any kind of sexual harassment but still laid. Have no money coming in. Again. JFC.
I am having a hard time believing that Jack Layton is dead. He was one of very few politicians with any integrity and he fought the good fight for a long time. I hope that he is at peace and that his family and friends are well. He did great things for Canada and went out on a high note. May he rest in peace.
Working, none of our software is working. I made an error in French just now. No one seemed to make a big deal of it. People from France, nicer than you'd think?