Back to me.

Still jobless. My mother made me pick up an application to Wendy's the other day. It's now collecting dust on my dresser. I'm hoping she'll forget about it.

My feelings on the job situation still sit around the level of frustrated rage, depression, and a creeping sensation of apathy. I'm just waiting for someone to say that I'm not trying hard enough, because that person will lose teeth.

Yeah, I try not to dwell.

Anyway, we are re-tiling the downstairs bathroom. My younger sister has monopolized the family car to work her job of babysitting. I'm broke. I go back to school in August.

I seriously doubt I'm going to come back home after then. Even Christmas is looking doubtful at this point.

Hey, wow.

I got back on the computer and started catching up with my flist and lo, my mood improved greatly.

This might smack of dependency, except that it keeps me from killing people, so this cannot be a bad thing.