Such is the Downward Sprial....

November!??!??

Hell below, I turn my head for mere moments, and suddenly I find myself three months overdue in blog posts. It's positively wrong. WRONG.

And yes, Peaches, I got your little reminder quite loud and clear. *smirk*

Is there anything worth noting? Not really, but for the sake of post length, and personal amusement (as I have nothing better to do on a Saturday night in the supposed "prime of my life").

I'm still lumbering about over at my Blue Clad Slavery, though I've very near future plans to get a second job, possibly with a temp agency. I long to leave the country for a few months, and I daresay that no regular job is going to be satisfied with "Hey, I know you just hired me, but do you mind if I take a few months off?"

These days I seem to be suffering from a boredom so deep, that even my precious and most glorious Internet hasn't been able to save me. And so I spend my days lurking about my room, watching the clock tick, and the glare of wasted potential reflect back at me from these dark walls. Kinda wish someone would've kicked me a little harder in my just-as-cynical High School years. Being cynical is all fine and dandy, but lemmie tell you, those were the formative years....despite my skepticism at the time.

Now I get to wallow, and try to ignore the Superego telling me that at twenty, my life isn't over, and there's still time to get the ol' act together.

............I guess much hasn't changed.

Hehehhh.