Yesterday I had the WORST headache for about 7 solid hours. Finally talked to my guy...he neglected to tell me that he was back from his trip, but okay. Anyway, I came up with a new plan: to get a morning, part time job. I had four days off, split down the middle with one day of work, and realized that every time I have time off I get bummed out. Why? It's pretty simple. I don't like being in Oregon, I don't like the work I'm doing, and I don't like how I'm not in my guy's life in a physical sense (I want to hang out with him). I've been told that I just have to suck it up and deal with it. I don't like that answer. I'm still living out of boxes like I have been since early August. I'm tempted to sell it all or throw it away or something.
On a brighter note, I'm getting more focused on writing articles for Ultra Swank. "Why?", you might never ask. I want to write about something I'm not only interested in, but something that I wish I could live - yes, in the past when morals were valued and hard work paid off. This day and age two bachelor degrees and a strong work ethic can't get you anything except minimum wage jobs in fields not even remotely related to your educational background. Way to go America. I like your new socialist apron. Perhaps I can strangle you with it before you ruin the BBQ.