I went to the doctor today. They have no idea what's wrong with me. I guess that's par for the course, because I have no idea what's wrong with me either. Swell.
I then came home and applied for three more jobs. It never ends! I want to bash my head against a wall! Or walk into a publishing house and shake the publisher while screaming, "HIRE ME. I AM NOT WITHOUT TALENT." Somehow I doubt either would go over well. Still, the urge is there.
I even applied to be a line-drawing illustrator for the U.S.D.A. Forest Service today. Yeah, I know. Although, you have to admit, that it would be pretty sweet. Sitting around doodling trees all day? You bet. I'm there. I'm a fan of plantlife.
Now I gotta eat lunch, get gussied up, and go drop off all the aps I printed off this morning. The ones that really mean something. The ones for the publishing careers. I also need more fancy shmancy paper. Yee-haw.