Not so okay with reality

Back on the west coast, day 9.

Reality blows when you're on your way back in.

Google tells me that the phrase "I don't want to be a lawyer" generates 3,900,000 results. Thank you, google.

An old acquaintance that I've never really talked to mentioned that I'd make a good lawyer. Even though that was probably a polite observation on my people skills (my other comments that night included "You look like an Irish Freddie Mercury!!!!"), I appreciated the comment. I still don't want to be a lawyer because I'm not disciplined enough for details, but I appreciated it. He's one of those weirdos that say things and it really sounds like they mean it. PS, thanks for the burger.

I'm trying to look for jobs and apartments and considering a big ol' move (Seattle?), and I feel like I'm really behind because everyone already has jobs or has at least been agonizing it for a month longer than me. In the past week, two people have casually mentioned that updating their resume was on their to do list that afternoon. My to do list today consisted of three things--shower, find some bins that could serve as makeshift drawers (still living in the family room), and do laundry. I started that list at 7pm. I gave up on the last one. What social commitments do I have these days? None, thank goodness.

I will be chipper when I damn well feel like it. Until then, let's all bask in my fretfulness.