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Tired.

I figured something out just now, though. I'm terrified of having to put myself forward.

That's why I have such a hard time asking for time off at work, and shit.

Oddly, I also had a wierd thought last night, while slaving away at nothing - the condo is much like my job was when I was interning at the cable station last year.

Boring, non-intelligent, and paying a sucky wage. Although, at least it was 6.50, and not 6.00 at the cable station.

I watched TV at both places, too.

And I remember thinking I was going to get a good job, the next time I got one.

Gee.

The similarities are too rich, really. I quit last time on coming back from BodiceCon.

This time, I may quit before WizardWorld.

Actually, I'm not. I'm quitting the day after my birthday, if I can hang in there.

It's my present to myself.

Although I'd better have another job, first.

So. I look. And ponder the fact that I hate people. I'd much rather have a computer to play with.

Compuuuter.

Mm.

Kit-ties.

Pet store would be good, too.

Iiiiiiiicons...

Well, sort of... We'll see how they turn out, here...

These are of Robson Green, and Clive Owen, and... Well, I need to figure out the Cut tag... hang on.

( I hope this works )