I have absolutely nothing to say. I have writer's block. Or I've finally run out of actual ideas. It's like my brain just died.
Shrieveled up and died, I tell you.
I mean, I've had writer's block before... Usually nothing a good run or a day or two of doing absolutely nothing but watching stupid chick flicks couldn't fix.
Oh, but not this time.
Because all I do now, when not job hunting is... Nothing. Nothing.
And I can't sleep tonight. I'm worried about my interview tomorrow. Plus, I was craving sweet tea earlier today. And I really should have had more self-control because caffine and I don't play well together.
I drove to McDonald's just to get a large sweet tea. I think I drank the whole thing in two minutes. I don't live but a hop and a skip from McDonald's and it was gone when I got back home.
Yeah... So. I'm sorta wired for the night.
I dyed my roots, waxed my eyebrows, gave myself a facial, painted my nails... I mean everything I could think of to boost my confidence for tomorrow with the hopes of wearing myself out.
Or using up all the caffine in my system. But nope.
I am now sitting here on the couch, stealing the neighbors wifi... And writing my most pointless blog in a long while.
...I'm killing myself, Smalls.
Lived Through by Mandie Described at 1:38 AM