This is so hard dealing with Tweed being sick, knowing that every night I spend with hi next to me in bed may be his last, after already losing Josquin and then Mack. Its too much at once. I know that is how life comes at you and I should put on my big boy pants but I just want to crawl into a corner and make all the bad stuff...I don't know...somehow less achingly sad? Thinking about food and work and timing Tweed's meds, projects on the go, job hunting which is just sucking balls right now. I had a nice phone conversation with a man at Kohler, who was recruiting people willing to relocate(not paid for) to a unpaid internship. He jokingly said "If I have to sift through another 3,000 resumes I'll keel." "really, 3,000?" I said. "well, actually its closer to 3,200-something but its sucks because now EVERYONE is overqualified because people that were formerly white collar are now after essentially blue collar jobs, so you get stuff like lawyers trying to work as secretaries, programmers used to making 6 figures now going for administrative jobs making $60,000. Kind of scary."
Babe...I'm just hanging on a clock. without you..I shudder to think....really terrifying.
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