I think I'm going to start sticking all my rejection letters in a scrapbook, then, whenever I feel like trying to change my situation, I can just look at the scrapbook instead.

Why am I unemployable?

This is the seventh straight day I'm working. It's getting harder and harder to get out of bed. I had a dream I was alphebetizing movies. I had a woman break down in tears last night while filling out a membership form, so that didn't help with the mood last night either. I think I'm going to work on Mike's costume today even though we have ( Read more... )

I'm lieing in bed at about 12:30 last night, not tired yet but definitly feeling like I'm in for the night, when my phone rings. It's Matt, "Hi, can you come over? I need you opinion on something." So I get out of bed, put on some clothes and walk over there. Matt opens his door, and after a moment to process what I'm looking at I laugh for at ( Read more... )

I really need to get a handle on this sleeping all day thing. I don't see Mike at all on days he closes. By the time I get home he's usually asleep. Sometimes it's not even that I'm sleeping all day. I just can't think up a good reason to get out of bed. My day's off are pointless unless I'm grocery shopping, wich I hardly ever have the money ( Read more... )

The hollowness is back. I'm never going to fin a new job. I'm never going to be happy. How am I going to pay rent?

Mike bought Soul Calibur IV. If he doesn't stop screaming soon I might actually vomit.

I was rediculously lazy today. Now I feel bad about it.

Everyone go see The Dark Knight.

I just answered the door to find some "elders" standing outside. I was wearing nothing but my bathrobe and it made them obviously embarassed. I might write a longer post later today.