I keep trying to think of something to write, but so far I got nothing. Or, rather, I got lots but I'm just not feeling very articulate today. I think that this time of year, when the weather gets dark and rainy, I just start to feel like a depressed hermit sadsack loser. There was a point in my life where I felt like I was on track, like I was enjoying each and every day, having fun, making decisions that were going to get me where I wanted to be eventually. Now, my life is up in the air - I know what I love to do but they can't hire me, I know where I'd like to live but it's not a place where there's work for me, and I'm going on four years of being single, getting hit on solely by wholly inappropriate men. Sigh.
Anyway, today I'm wallowing, tomorrow I have to do homework. But, today I wallow. Just the way I like it. I rented a movie, I picked up some fast food, and there's chocolate peanut butter ice cream in the freezer. Hooray. And, if I get really down, I can always peruse Match.com to look at the profiles and pick out all the things the men say they don't like that apply to me. That will send you to rock bottom in no time at all, trust me.
*This song is essential to wallowing, it is seriously the most depressing song ever. Thank God for that Billboard Hits 1972 CD...and to think I bought it for "A Horse With No Name."
