attempting to find a job is HIGHLY depressing. Here's the deal. If you've contemplated suicide, but think a job will get you out of your funk, please for the love of God don't try in the communications field. There are jobs out ther dont get me wrong, but the ones I find are for senior executives of marketing. Which unbeknownst to me I am unquailfied for.

This blows.

Im going to bed.

Peace...

Current Music: a really shitty version of a song called Planets, Moons and Stars. I think Lisa Loeb sings on it. If anyone has heard of this song and has a better version of it, let me know. You know what I dont think you can, because I do believe the comments link is messed up for no reason other than to fuck with my chi. Im still pissed. For some reason I thought all day today that it was Sunday despite going to 5:00 Mass. I need something to occupy my time. I think a road trip is in order. Maybe to Potsdam... maybe to Lewiston... maybe to California....