Sep 25, 2009 22:15
Wednesday I wrote, "OK, Universe? I need something in my life to break MY way. RIGHT NOW."
Today I got a temp job, starting Monday. It's just for two or three weeks, but it's paid and it's 40 hours a week.
I have a superstitious hope that this is the point where everything stops getting worse and starts getting better, where I actually get to earn my living and stop worrying. Or at least, worry only the regular amount.