somuchrain

So I've wasted my day and now I'm working on finding work. I've $7 to my name and get my last paycheck from Quiznos Friday. I'm $1020 in debt and the first of the month is arriving quickly. I'm fairly miserable and fairly drunk. I've yet to actually do anything I wanted to get done today and monster.com keeps giving me 'unexpected' errors. Unexpected my ass. Prentice-Hall is hiring an entry level assistant editor position. That might be ok, but it's not the type of job I want to get and then leave in a few months when I move into the city (insert appropriately self-deprecating and lackluster comment about my ability to do anything here).

I'm sick of having no ambitions and assuming 'publishing' is something to do to pass my time and 'teaching' is something I want to do when I have time to pass. I'm sick of starting projects that make me excited (see every happy post ever) and not finishing them (see every sad post ever). I'm sick of all the highs the make the lows seem all the more low. I'm so sick of wanting mediocrity simply because it doesn't effect misery.

Ilana just put on the postal service extraordinarily loudly and is drinking Carlo Rossi. Cavill just screamed extraordinarily loudly at his soccer game and is drinking rum. I can't remember the last time I did anything extraordinary and am drinking $9 whiskey.