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All of my posts are filled with "I feel like crap" whining. Sorry about that. I was about to do another one, than realized that I've got very little new to complain about. In fact, I have pretty much nothing to complain about at all. I'm just feeling like poo.
I blame autumn. It always gets to me. September brings nostalgic melancholy, October transforms it into self-conscious ennui, and by November, it's a friggin struggle to keep it from becoming full-blown, knock me on my ass depression. And, yay Northwest, the weather just keeps getting worse as the months go on. I almost miss actual winters, with snow and freezing cold and wearing eight layers of clothes just to walk to the corner store for cigarettes. Oh wait...
Hey, I just remembered I DO have something new to bitch about! I have -$1.91 in my bank account, which will become -$31.91 if I don't somehow scrape some money together. Fuck.
Anyway, so yeah. Seasonal Affective Disorder. If it's not giving me insomnia in the summer, it's making me want to hibernate through the rainy season. God damn. It was raining here a couple days ago (actually, we had a full blown thunderstorm, only the second I've witnessed in the year I've lived here), and I was sitting out on my back porch, thinking This is what it's going to be like for the next six months. Great. I'm not even going to have school to distract me.
Hmm. Maybe that's a good thing, actually. No annoying midterms, no exhaustive research, no energy draining plays to produce for pass/fail credit.
Hey! I just remembered a good thing that happened! I talked to my boss about going to China, and she said I could have my job back when I return! Woo! I hate job searching, and as annoying as it can be, B & N is pretty cushy. And hey, half price coffee and scones. Not too bad.
And something else! Some crazy-looking guy with Einstein hair came into the store, needing to order 15 copies of Hamlet. I asked whether he was teaching a class or putting on a production. Turns out, it's kind of both. BETTER than that, he's a professional playwright based out of Tacoma (1/2 hour north of Oly), needs interns, and is part of the Northwest Playwrights Alliance, which meets every week. Hmmm. I got his number and email address. *thumbs up*
See? Just need to shut up with my whining and look at the bright side. Speaking of which, where the damn is my Monty Python CD? Oh shit, which leads me to my next bit of a non-sequitur. Sorry to everyone who is patiently waiting for their pay-it-forward gift. I swear, I'll get them all out soon. Or soon-ish.
I blame autumn. It always gets to me. September brings nostalgic melancholy, October transforms it into self-conscious ennui, and by November, it's a friggin struggle to keep it from becoming full-blown, knock me on my ass depression. And, yay Northwest, the weather just keeps getting worse as the months go on. I almost miss actual winters, with snow and freezing cold and wearing eight layers of clothes just to walk to the corner store for cigarettes. Oh wait...
Hey, I just remembered I DO have something new to bitch about! I have -$1.91 in my bank account, which will become -$31.91 if I don't somehow scrape some money together. Fuck.
Anyway, so yeah. Seasonal Affective Disorder. If it's not giving me insomnia in the summer, it's making me want to hibernate through the rainy season. God damn. It was raining here a couple days ago (actually, we had a full blown thunderstorm, only the second I've witnessed in the year I've lived here), and I was sitting out on my back porch, thinking This is what it's going to be like for the next six months. Great. I'm not even going to have school to distract me.
Hmm. Maybe that's a good thing, actually. No annoying midterms, no exhaustive research, no energy draining plays to produce for pass/fail credit.
Hey! I just remembered a good thing that happened! I talked to my boss about going to China, and she said I could have my job back when I return! Woo! I hate job searching, and as annoying as it can be, B & N is pretty cushy. And hey, half price coffee and scones. Not too bad.
And something else! Some crazy-looking guy with Einstein hair came into the store, needing to order 15 copies of Hamlet. I asked whether he was teaching a class or putting on a production. Turns out, it's kind of both. BETTER than that, he's a professional playwright based out of Tacoma (1/2 hour north of Oly), needs interns, and is part of the Northwest Playwrights Alliance, which meets every week. Hmmm. I got his number and email address. *thumbs up*
See? Just need to shut up with my whining and look at the bright side. Speaking of which, where the damn is my Monty Python CD? Oh shit, which leads me to my next bit of a non-sequitur. Sorry to everyone who is patiently waiting for their pay-it-forward gift. I swear, I'll get them all out soon. Or soon-ish.