It is still chilly here.

School is making me absolutely crazy.

Job interview on Thursday. Meh.

At this point any job seems fine so long as it pays.

Tonight making posters.

Fucking love making those posters.

Come on over. Bring your glue stick.

Two things that should never have made their way to television advertising, but have:

1) The Charmin Mama Bear using a feather duster to clean bits of leftover toilet paper from Baby Bear's ass. Ew.

2) The word mucous, and even more so the little dancing booger people used to represent it. Double ew.

Who decided these things were a good idea??

Someone I like a lot broke down why looking for a job (and at this point nursing in general) eats it so hardcore.

It's like constantly trying your very best to prove that you don't suck.

A-ha!

Today's assignment: Write "I will not be a complete assbag to the nursing student" 50 times on the blackboard.

(I don't suck ! Really !)

Money is trickling in and gushing out in a way that has me stressed to the max.

Especially in light of my apparent inability to secure employment.

There is a whole mess of shit that needs to be finished in an increasingly short period of time.

Yesterday and today were classroom days and tomorrow and Thursday are two more 12 hours with my preceptor. It is wearing me out.

If you think reading all of my bitching is rough you should try being my boyfriend right about now.

Poor man.

Bright spots: Surprises in the mail from sweet friends, goldfish crackers, and pending tax returns.

Just a little further.

Ballyhoo.