Sunday, June 28, 2009
Lost my job a couple of weeks back. Worried about money. Can't sleep sometimes. I have one month to find a job or I either have to borrow money from friends or lose my apartment. Haven't lost according to the scale, but the measuring tape says I've gone down two inches at my waist. I'm going with what the measuring tape says--that's the only good news I've received lately.
I am really, really worried. It is so hard to get a job here. It took me EIGHT months last time. I don't have eight months this time. I just want something that will get me by so I can save before I move out of this sweltering little pit of Hell.
I'm not letting it make me fall off the wagon, although I have lost some workout time because it is too hot to work out outside some days because of the heatwave, and too hot to work out in my house because my ac is broken, and has been for the past two weeks.
The universe is kind of taking a dump on me right now, but I won't f*cking give in.
EDIT: NO PROFANITY?!? WTF?!?