Hanging on to hope...

[infinite monkey]

...one fingernail at a time.

I, too, hate everything. I fight that feeling seemingly every hour of every day. CBT tells me to take those negative feelings and hide them in a chest somewhere...remember to breathe...focus on the positive. So that is what I do, albeit with a megaton of effort.

I love my new job. I wish a body could live on 24 hours a week, but I can't. So I'm searching for a second job. I have an interview at the Home of Pot on Tuesday, a stocking shelves at night kind of thing. I think it would be a nice change from the Public Of Fenders day job. (See what I did there? Replaced 'de' with 'of' in two convenient places. Too clever by half.) Helping criminals by day, keeping all your home improvement needs stocked by night. Da da daaaaaa...it's Crazy Girl!

And I passed my Note of Republic test (clever again)... only missed one question, which law library lady said was the best she'd tested. Granted, it wasn't that hard but there were questions where the answers required a paragraph as to why you picked a certain answer. I'm a good test-taker, though, got through four years of college by being able to compose a semi-reasonable essay answer and multiple-choicing my ass off.

Car and house expenses, and my own lackadaisical (crap, I just learned something from auto spell check. I always thought it was lackSadaisical...huh) approach to money management have left me in a not so comfortable place, but I'm doing OK. One foot in front of the other. Repeat. Fall on ass. Get up. One foot in front of the other. Repeat.

I cancelled cable and interwebs for the time being. Luckily, I got my sister in law hooked on The Walking Dead so I've been able to hang out there on Sunday night and watch. I'm going to miss the last of Mad Men...but I'll just try to avoid spoilers until I either get netflix back or it's on DVD or something.

Well, that's all the news that's fit to print. I'm keeping up and keeping on despite that nagging little voice in my head that keeps telling me to quit trying. Little fucker. One of these days I will kick that little fucker right in the face and then laugh and laugh. Now THERE'S hope for ya!