Crank

I'm cranky, I'm cranky, I'm cranky, I'm cranky, I'm cranky, I'm cranky, I'm cranky, I'm cranky, I'm cranky.

[Wow, I think this is my first time blogging from work.]

Here's what's been going on in a brief, totally un-original bulleted list:

- Last week my friend told me that there's a copywriting opening at her company. I've wanted to work there since I moved to Dallas, and now there's a position I want there, and I'm so freaking scared and nervous because it's been a week and a half and I haven't heard shit. So now my brain is rotting with thoughts of "my resume sucks" and "you have shitty writing samples," and "you'll never make it..." Healthy, huh?

- Yesterday I wore a penguin suit for three hours to film a promo bit for work. It was surprisingly fun, and now my shoulders are sore.

- Speaking of sore, I have recently started working out again. I just can't handle the fact that I'm the only size 2 I know with "love handles."

- The only thing that is inspiring me these days is music. Good thing, ey? My lessons are going well, and playing music is the only thing I want to do all day every day. Maybe those eight months after graduation with no job, no money, no life, only me, Matt and my guitar weren't so bad afterall.

Gah, I hate today so far.