Careless Drifter.
So here I am in the attic trying despite my melancholy to will order from my increasing chaos. Increased joblessness merely exascrabates the lack of control one has over one's own life in a capotlistic quagmire such as ours. In a society such as ours, one's humanness is tied, much the way Marx suggested, to our own ability to work and earn and at points it strikes me as entirely shallow a construct. One we have to find our way in nonetheless. And yeah, finding myself (similarly to countless others) not doing so well in that regard. This individual wanderer has a job interview on Wednesday that pays...well, peanuts, but this is by no means a gaurnetee. I've been bounced around the job market with glib promises and jerked around like an underage john more than I'd like to discuss. Color me a tad pessimistic on that count, but its something to aim towards. One step towards dusting the self off and presumably not squatting in this dusty attic in three months time. Fingers crossed on that shit.
In other news, the week in Greenville was sort of charming, actually. Caught up with some good people, went to another of Sam n' Jerry's watterlogged patio parties. I watched the neice and nephew bumble about the expanse of my parents yard amusedly. It strikes me as sad how little they actually can go out and play when they're back in Easton. When I get the car problem sorted, I'll have to make an effort to take them to the park more consistantly. Its what any Uncle worth their salt would do, I think. I got back into Easton just in time for Herritage Day last night. Madcap time, managed to only spend slightly, (as really how broadly can one spend with 30 bucks to ones name?) and was buzzed enough to oooh and aaaah at the fireworks like the other ragtag throngs of citizenry. I wandered back home, sweaty and thoughtful, climbed the stairs to the attic and watched the last two episodes of Torchwood Series 3 (stunning, tragic, epic stuff there). Awoke today feeling alright about things long enough to set aside anxiety and sketch out hopeful plans.
In other news, the week in Greenville was sort of charming, actually. Caught up with some good people, went to another of Sam n' Jerry's watterlogged patio parties. I watched the neice and nephew bumble about the expanse of my parents yard amusedly. It strikes me as sad how little they actually can go out and play when they're back in Easton. When I get the car problem sorted, I'll have to make an effort to take them to the park more consistantly. Its what any Uncle worth their salt would do, I think. I got back into Easton just in time for Herritage Day last night. Madcap time, managed to only spend slightly, (as really how broadly can one spend with 30 bucks to ones name?) and was buzzed enough to oooh and aaaah at the fireworks like the other ragtag throngs of citizenry. I wandered back home, sweaty and thoughtful, climbed the stairs to the attic and watched the last two episodes of Torchwood Series 3 (stunning, tragic, epic stuff there). Awoke today feeling alright about things long enough to set aside anxiety and sketch out hopeful plans.