When you're unemployed and you take the time to put a stamp on a letter, walk to the mailbox, and drop it in, that is something you DID today. I'm going to start training myself to feel the same

sense of accomplishment when I hit "POST" on this blog. This blog that is basically the same thing as me writing in a journal and then throwing it under my bed. God, nothing like desperately trying to figure out people you could be emailing on a Monday morning to make you feel worthless. Something in my room smells weird. This sad post deserves a picture of my dog. Begley.