we talked until the moon came up that life without love isn't worth very much
I don't know why I'm posting. I am not really tired, so going to bed will only force me to stare into the darkness. I do that enough anyway; why subject myself to it when my defenses are at an all time low?
Nothing even really worth posting about.
I started the writing community, though I worry that I'm just creating more work for myself. I'll have to work out the kinks when I've got a little more brainpower.
I posted the first of 44 drabbles today. It's not even much of a story, really…just a thought I had during my weekly creative session with Angie. I hope it's decent enough to read. (that's not my attempt to fish for compliments; I guess I'm just self-deprecating right now.)
Both of my fish died, which is kind of a bummer. I gave in and got rid of the tank….these two had lasted a year, but I don't usually have luck with fish and am not sure I am interested in continuing the cycle. I propped my college diploma in the empty place.
I spent a lot of time working on my resume/cover letter stuff today. There's a website that offers tons of job postings, and they work predominantly through the online profiles/resumes, so I worked on uploading my transcript and updating my resume. Tomorrow I'll write the cover letter and send it to Kristi to look over for me. And then…I guess we'll just see what happens.
I'm avoiding my bathroom at all costs at the moment. There was a giant spider in the window, and when I couldn't find the bug spray, I grabbed a bottle of Lysol and sprayed the hell out of it. I'm almost positive that the fucker is still alive and is hiding in a little space with its robot armor or regenitive powers sustaining it to torment me. Wtf.
*shudder*
I guess that's all. I'm pretty down. Gonna hide now.