"Packin my bags for the Misty Mountains..."

Oh yeah, I have a blog, don’t I? Well, I shall write in it tonight. It has been a very long while since I have written anything. I keep nagging Noah to draw again – he has a form of “artist’s block,” but how can I nag him if I do not even continue to write?

Besides, perhaps writing will calm the uneasy stress I have been suffering through lately. I graduated from college. Yay. Well, the graduation, in itself, is a “yay” experience. The aftermath, however, is not so much.

I have bills. I have a loan and a credit card. I have two cats and a boyfriend who also does not have a job. I have no job. I need a freakin job. I have two bachelor’s degrees, and I have applied to MANY places. I have cabin fever and I need money. I went from job and school and boyfriend to everything but no job and no school – the stress factor is unbalanced. You’d think I’d be happy. Not so, and therein lies the irony. I am beginning to envy those workers at McDonald’s. They have purpose. They have meaning. A reason to take a shower every night. And yet I went to school so that I would not have to work at McDonald's.

I do not even have enough money to buy a juice. Yeah – for you S N L fans… "I lika da juice. Juice is good." Without my vitamin C, who knows what may happen. The flu and the cold viruses will be able to claim a victory over me.

Well, in a sense, they already have. Viruses at least have a job – a purpose. I do not. I have been watching educational television to keep my brain in shape to think pithy thoughts. It sucks. I can tell you all about some useless nuggets of random information, but I am missing “Family Guy.”

Oh, I implore the weaver of my destiny to bind me to a job soon. Preferably one in the career field I love. Give me a job that pays enough to enable me to make payments on my student debt, my bills, and to even buy me da juice.

Thank you.