Everything’s not completely crap, of course, just work. I had my exam for American Gothic on Tuesday, and it didn’t go as horribly as I thought it would. In fact it felt pretty OK. I’m scheduled in for a haircut. I got paid yesterday. Steve took me out for dinner two nights ago and got us both lovely takeaway curry from Little India last night.
But all the same, I really, really, really hate my job. And sometimes that’s all that seems to exist. It’s hard to look past that to the other stuff, the good stuff.