Friday, November 13, 2009
Vitamin C(razed woman assaults postal worker)
I think I have to go to the grocery store this morning to buy oranges. I'm planning an attack on my mailman, a la Napoleon Dynamite. (Just watching that clip cheered me up, by the way.)
He keeps bringing me bad news. Today it was a letter from the dream job I applied for a while back, saying they're not interested. Nevermind that it's maybe for the best, and now I can give my full attention to studying - it's still so insulting.
I try to keep my whining on here to a minimum. I figure that if you know me well, you get your fill when you see me in person. And if you don't, you probably don't want to hear it anyway.
But casting about for happy topics even on my down days feels dishonest. I get sad. Bad things happen. And that's as much a part of my life as are all the pretty, light moments. So hopefully you'll forgive an odd depressed post. I will stop writing if it becomes too regular a thing.
Anyway, aside from my rage at my postal worker and planned battery-by-citrus, this day is mostly not so bad. The electricians got our dishwasher up and running - yay! - and in a few hours I get to go grab G and then set up for tomorrow's craft fair.
Speaking of which, I was able to make 4 more wrist cuffs yesterday after discovering that I can crochet and memorize flashcards at the same time. And with skills like that, I'm sure I'll have no trouble finding a job once I start looking again.
But right now I don't want a job. I want an orange.