From the Cuddle Cocoon

Good News: I have improved.
Bad News: I still feel like hell.
Worst News: I have work for the  next four days. Two overnights.

Not much else to say. Been in bed most of the day. My car is back again. I need to ration out my meds. And my bills. And I need to call the one Doctor's office and tell them they will get paid.

With Moms help I got my ticket to see my Sweetie in February. Our six month and Valentines day. Which is awesome because if I am still working where I am-a grim reality of the current economic crisis-I can't take days off in the summer.

[Something my father has shoved on me like its my fault].

I've indicated my nervousness  about teaching on this Blog before. Namely I don't want to. I have still been applying left and right. Because I would love a salary job. Or hell, a full time job with regular hours.

I'm beginning to wish Walking Dead (I finally started Season 2 on my phone) would happen. Or an alien invasion.

If every day was about survival I wouldn't need eacapea or coping methods to deal with how bleak and miserable existence is.

Thats why I'll go to Texas someday. It will be different. See, day to day life would still be kind of bleak. A useless BA degree under my belt. A screwed to hell job market.

But at least someone I love more then life itself will be there for me.

I will hit the same problems wherever I go. Overpriced housing. Miserable job market. Questionable politics.

I can't afford to live in any of the Blue States.

But at least in that Red State I can find sanctuary.

I just want a steady job thag pays enough I don't freak out over car repairs. A house over my head. To be able to use the kitchen to make nutritious meals.

Isn't that the whole purpose of getting my stupid education? Not to cram my life in 100 square feet, if, gaining weight because my options are junk food or starve, and go to a job I like only as a posed to other available jobs?