apocalypsos | Fuck this noise.

The nice thing about living in a small town is when you run down to the post office to mail a couple of things and your mailman, who's just leaving, says, "Oh, hey, Jenn," and hands you your mail.

The yucky thing is when he's handing you a rejection letter from the really nice warehouse job.

I don't think he would have taken it well if I had burst into tears right in front of him.

I fucking HATE this. The thing I'm most qualified to do is write novels and apparently I can't even get THAT job. And my next unemployment check is my last before the extension. If I even get the extension. Considering my luck lately, I wouldn't be surprised if I got a personal letter from whoever's in charge of people getting extensions denying me one, possibly while making fun of my haircut, informing me those shoes are SO two years ago, and pointing out that at this point in her unemployment stretch JK Rowling had, I imagine, sold the first Harry Potter book for eleventy-eight bajilliony-million dollars and a pony to boot.

I need to go edit something. I'll stop feeling like I'm going to cry if I edit something. Hmph.

EDIT: Oh, and I realized yesterday just how close my next birthday is. I'm two months away from turning into a 32-year-old one-cat, single-jobless-woman romance-novel cliche. I highly doubt I'm about to drop through a dimensional rift, travel back in time, and marry a gruff Scottish lord who finds my weird behavior and personality quirks a refreshing change from saucy milkmaids or whatever.

OTHER EDIT: Also, I think I have a pinched nerve in my neck. It's certainly not a muscle that needs relaxing so that every movement of my head doesn't send sharp pains shooting up the left side of my head. OUCH.

OOOO EDIT: Hey, a small bright side! My uncle just called and he and my aunt will be taking the day bed frame next week! Woohoo! (Granted, this would be awesome news on any other day, but this is kinda two-steps-forward-after-ten-steps-back today. *sigh*)