It's something to accept - when I'm broke, when I'm sick, when I'm uncertain how far away from normalcy my next detour will take me - that every path leads to regrets, if I allow it to. I don't know how this one is going to turn out.
If the next 9 months in Boston are anything like the last 3, it's going to be difficult to say goodbye. I can't imagine a better problem to have.
Myopic With my current job soon to expire, I'm out there beating the streets (and the internets) looking for work. I've turned in probably 30 applications and/or resumes over the past month, and I will continue to do so as long as I haven't found anything. One glaring hindrance when looking for work is the … Continue reading Google, You Are Fucking My Shit Up
(I'm loath to write this post, because the well-meaning responses it may illicit will undoubtedly annoy me. But I write it anyway.) I've been grinding my teeth. I don't even realize I'm doing it. I grind my teeth when I'm reading, when I'm watching television, when I'm at work. Probably even when I'm sleeping. I … Continue reading The Grind
I'm flu-ish and on medicine and I thought of writing this post while I was unable to sleep last night, so let's hope it manages to stay coherent. If not, enjoy the ride. (Some fitting musical accompaniment for this post.) Ever since I've been on my own, starting with my freshmen year of college, there … Continue reading Thoughts during an illness.