Head Splodeys

Hey, I think the Zoloft might be working, again
2001-04-26 - 3:36 p.m.

Last night was strange.

Driving over to IV's house, I suddenly realized that This Is Not Me. This angsty, whining, wavering pile of nothingness is not who I used to be, & not who I want to be, now (or, at least... it's not the part of my personality I want running my life).

I've just been wandering around at the crossroads, unsure of which road to take, & afraid to choose the wrong one. I'm sick of being here. It's time to just make a decision & run with it. The wrong road is better than going nowhere at all.

Then I decided to look into being a flight attendant. Looks like a possibility, except that all major airlines seem to demand a willingness to relocate, and I'll be damned if I'm going to move to some crap-ass city at my own expense just so I can be a glorified waitress. I do live right near one of the major hubs, though, so maybe it's possible to get a job with the understanding that This Is The Hub Where I Live.

I dunno. We'll see. Something's gotta happen soon, though, or I really will go mad (or, more likely, I'll just crawl back into bed & try to forget that I'm wasting my life).

Give a Clix, if you please.

midi lives in gloomcounty
midi came from Ravenswood Manor