So I went to an employment agency today. It was actually a lot more helpful than I was expecting. Hopefully something will come of it. I'd like a job, and soon. I am disliking this vagrant life more and more. For one thing, living in a house with kids is making me unhealthy - there's too many sweets around. I don't usually eat a lot of desserts or whatever, but, man! cookies are good. And ice cream cones. And s'mores granola bars. All of which are in ready, steady supply! I have no willpower!
I gotta find a job so I can get an apartment with a gym and stock my own kitchen with not-going-to-kill-me food. I hate being health-conscious most of the time (I'd rather just eat the damned piece of pie and enjoy life), but I'm just feeling super gross right now.
Those stories I wrote about working on last post? I've been slowly (like, glacier-slow) revising them, adding sentences, removing words, tweaking paragraphs. I actually submitted some stuff to Poetry Magazine. I fully expect rejection, but it's cool to actually think about publication.
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