Yeah, my past 2 weeks have been kind of stressful. Can't find a full-time job. Can't find a better job, period. Don't have money for food (glad I'm trained in the art of emo-rexia). It's kind of frustrating. I've just got to keep holding on until I find something. This is really the first time since I've moved that my nerve's have been schitzed. If I'm going to be stuck working nights, with no money and no means to have a decent social life, I'm going to have to draw inspiration and motivation from other sources, and I just have no clue where the underground rivers that could save me are. Et in arcadia ego. . .
There's other problems, but I have a feeling this is the wellspring of difficulty. Once this is taken care of, the other prickly problems will reveal themselves to have never existed in the first place.
EDIT: Also, I have to shave just about every week now. This sucks ass. I'll never be able to grow facial hair, so having to go through this complete hassle is just a slap in the face. And I'm a spaz and I always end up with a half dozen cuts on my frickin' head. I hate you, shaving!