This is it! I have now concluded that there are two roles- not one, but TWO- that I must play before my imminent death. The first (and always a given) is the part of Rizzo in Grease- a role that I am destined to fufill and have carefully (and secretly) sculpted since my high school days. The other (newly elected) is the part of Mama in Chicago. ( Read more... )

I do. I am attempting, very calmly, to rewrite my cover letter for prospective jobs, since I have concluded that it is the sole reason why I am not getting hired. (I'm simply not selling myself well enough.)So, a few moments ago, I sat down, opened Microsoft Word and tried (in as stable a frame of mind as possible)to begin again. It was all going ( Read more... )

I have to call Georgette tomorrow to schedule an appointment for my return (you knew it was inevitable) to therapy. Since my "episode" in Europe, I've been contemplating and resisting this action, but, alas, I have concluded that it is my only option for the time being. I need some type of anti-depressant medication combined with a human sounding ( Read more... )

My job search continues as my post-graduate depression intensifies, sucking me deeper into a pit of hopelessness. I wonder what would be worse: being constantly rejected by publishers who don't want me or not having the opportunity to be rejected because of a lack of existing jobs? I certainly know that the latter sucks my ass, but the prior could ( Read more... )

It's taken me an hour to choose the username for this new journal, as my preferred one is indisposed on someone else's account. Why is it that all of the remotely clever, witty or religiously relevant usernames are always taken on these internet journals? Perhaps they aren't, and I am simply too tired to think of a not-so-cliched approach. ( Read more... )