Is it really awful that I consider drugging my cat so I can get some sleep at night?
I’d get a behavioural cat therapist (this is Toronto, there must be a couple) but I have a feeling that Dayle would win that battle.
We’ve been locking him up almost every night. He’s just too obnoxious to let run around all night. It’s so sad.
Also, I am starting to feel depressive rage at times. The sort of rage that comes from a feeling of complete helplessness and leads to a feeling of bitter unhappiness. It’s not my permanent mood or anything, just every once in a while. It’s so frustrating to know I’d be fantastic for a job that I’ve applied for and realize the entire time that the only jobs I have ever got in my life involve someone else getting me in. Except Long & McQuade – I got that job because I took Music Industry Arts in school, and that’s like an in for Long & McQuade – so it’s almost like knowing someone there.
Every. Single. Job. Why the hell do I even bother trying to apply at places that don’t know me from a pothole? It’s not worth the letdown. After all, they’re only going to hire someone that someone else knows there.
I don’t believe in online jobsearches. At least, not for me.