Get Down With a Sickness
I’ve been kinda sick over the past couple of days, so my mood has swung wildly from one extreme to the other. Today didn’t get any better when I stubbed the middle-to-little toes on my right foot so hard that they turned black and blue (and I don’t bruise easily). I can kinda move them, but it hurts to walk (and drive, as I found out the hard way). The pain is shooting up my leg and the Advil isn’t helping. If only I could self medicate with something stronger. Because of my recent “unwellness,” I’ve refrained from drinking. So basically, I’ve been stone cold sober for the last week (except for some NyQuil – which didn’t seem to help much either). I’m hoping to head out to the bar this Thursday for some boozin’ and to watch the Pens game. It’ll be nice to see some of my bar buddies again.
I’m in a very confusing place right now. Of course, now that I’m done with school, the looming fight to get a job is always on my mind. However, there is a lot of emotional confusion right now. Some of it is very happy and it makes me smile just thinking about it, but at the same time it’s so fleeting, like a thin slice of happiness that melts in the sun. I’m not going to go into it because not only is all of it far from being decided (which is part of the problem) but frankly, it’s not the world’s business to know. It’s one thing to vent, but it’s another to spread my life around. Perhaps when things get settles, I’ll speak of things here, but until then, I suppose time will just have to run its course. I just don’t want time to run all over me!
I’ve started some preliminary work on my resume, but it’s slow going as I’m not sure what to put in it. Funny, college is supposed to prepare you for the real world, but it does no such thing. I was never taught this stuff. “How to get a job” should be a course unto itself. It’s the fault of those stupid PhDs and their “higher education” mumbo-jumbo… the only thing that’s “higher” is them!
I haven’t done any of the work on my novel that I’d hoped to have completed by now. This lack of effort is also depressing, but it’s my own damn fault. Dammit! I need deadlines!
Anyways, I suppose I’ll just grin and bear it… as life could be a lot worse. Right now, I have no grand master plan, not idealistic thoughts and no real comfort to speak of… just time. Well, time and booze!
“It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble is, I can’t remember if it’s the thirteenth or the fourteenth.” – George Burns