Is it really Sunday night already?

[judecorp]

I really wish I had some sort of pill I could take so that I didn't care about a bunch of stuff. Like, that I didn't care that I don't like my job, even though I keep trying to and keep pretending that I do. It's a great facade until someone actually starts asking me questions about it, and then I just feel all dejected. Ugh. I am /so/ not a good fit for this job. I know you need to "give things time" or whatever, but it's been a month and I still feel all wrong.

Yet I will still plod away, and dream of a distant land full of gay jobs, affordable housing, and a baby for me and my smoochie.