05/27/2012

I got my rejection letter from the library today.  I am, apparently, unqualified to work for $8/hour.  This is disheartening, but not surprising.  I’m such a fucking useless failure, why would anyone hire me, ever?

I’m not too broken up about it, though, because honestly a job would get in the way of all my sit-at-home-and-feel-sorry-for-myself time.

I exercised today, and yesterday, and the day before.  And the day before that as well.  Every day, actually.  Like I said, I’m trying to channel all of my "bad feelings" into exercise, which is going swimmingly.  My workouts could perhaps be best described as “punishment,” but I’m a masochist.  It works out.

There’s a whole entry brewing about the masochism thing, but I think I’ll save it for a night when my house isn’t being attacked by giant moths.  It’s just freaking me out.