Tonight for the first time (in this chapter) I feel like I have my shit in one sock.

I've completed two weeks worth of unemployment claims, though I haven't been paid for any of them, so I feel like I have a little rhythm for that process. And I have seventeen postings to apply for first thing in the morning. I have a cover letter I've been happy with in the past, updated with current dates and details.

And importantly I've successfully bludgeoned my twin demons of perfectionism and completism into submission. I can, I HAVE, submitted applications that were imperfect and incomplete, so fuck you self destructive inner voice!

I will crank out some more in the morning, and improve on the product ON THE WAY, AS I GO..

Yes, I shout at myself sometimes.

Don't forget the winter you danced for Chippendales in your resume, it will make them curious and you seem exotic. :yesnod:

There's a boy! Keep after it.

Oh, and deck building skills. :thumb2:

You're thinking of Chris Farley--he used to be mistaken for me a lot. Love the energy though.

GO TEAM CELLAR GO!


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Tomorrow will be my last day. Ready to move on but ugh

Power to the people!

Stick it to The Man!

Go BigV!

That's what their employers said. :(

sorry

It's never too soon to take a long hard look at the fuckery going on all around us.
And as long as I'm being the heretic, pointing a finger at no one here, there's this.

You could always do a parody of it, like Weird Al Yankovic does with songs, maybe something like Our burps and farts are with you.

At least it wouldn't be threadbare and trite.

I know for a fact that prayer works. When I gave my soul to Jesus I was physically moved the most intense body rush I have ever experienced. And I hadn't smoked or drank anything in a week. I was clean and sober, and everything just opened up I now have peace in my life, and my life is awesome. And I owe it all to regular prayer.