I've got an interview, tomorrow, at 11 in the morning.
I'm not enthusiastic, I'm anxious, first one in months, I don't wanna blow it. But hell, I need work. I'm also getting nonsense job offers that I'm unqualified for... but I'll apply anyway.
This week has been hell.
Multiple appointments every day. Super. And its been giving me an excuse to get up before 11. Just one drain after the other. I need a vacation... or a job so I can afford to have one. Ho damn! ... yeah. I need work. Above all else. Then I could afford to have fun. And afford to stop worrying.
It's weird though, I'm sleeping 8 hours a day, as opposed to 13, and being awake during the day really gives me this weird feeling of more time being wasted. Like my days are somehow shorter.
I dunno... but it just goes to prove my point
me and the sun do not get along.
But if I wanna make an absurd amount of cash, I either need to work harder on my books, or wake up and function when all you assholes do.
Anyway, I'm mostly excited about potential employ because I wanna get my wireless internet back up, get GTA4 and Soul Calibre 4 and kick some ass. Y'know, kill some time, have some fun, not feel so burdened by borrowed money, and this lifestyle of begging and frugality.
I seriously hate that shit. I wanna be an adult. Oh yeah, and I wanna buy some things to commemorate the end of the world.
War.
Plague.
Pestilence.
Death.
More on that later, and yes, I have a metaphor for all 4 relating to my life in just this last year. But right now, I gotta frigout about this interview, clean up, do laundry, and take myself out of the chaos... after another appointment, and I take care of my dog... feeding her for a month with 40% of my remaining money. I still got ramen noodles and biscuit mix.
I'll live for at least another week... *looks down at his loud growling stomach*
man... I dunno how much more of this crap I can take. I need a win. Or 12.
Anyway, just for exercise, I'll probably do some prose peices on the 4 horsemen of the apacolypse and such... gotta stay busy- just like I was doing figure drawing. Getting rusty, gotta brush the dust off my imagination.
I gotta get. One week of heat left on the puppers, so I can leave her outside unsupervised soon. And... scrub my floors. *gang sign* sorry, I just needed to sit, and defrag even just a little bit, haven't been many chances lately.
Wish me luck.
