On Mondays….

Friday was a crisis moment. 

I still haven’t found a job.  I put in dozens of applications every single week, day in and day out.  Nadda. 

I’ve tried every avenue, every phase of my experience and skill.  I’m heartily sick of looking at my resume, and typing endless variations on my job duties to suit the various jobs.  Job hunting is a drain, and being jobless is horrendous. 

To top it off, nothing I do with my writing works.  I make zero money, no matter how desperately I stretch.  This blog has zero chance to make money, and my wife is doing all she can but more often than not it’s insufficient to make ends meet.

Today, to add injury to insult, I am experiencing such horrendous tooth pain that it is debilitating.  I’m going to have it pulled tomorrow, but that’s yet another expense that means we will be set further back.  And I can’t even sell a single word I make.  I have sunk endless hours into this, and to no avail.

So yeah, Friday was Crisis.  Today was awful panic.  This week is going to be me trying my best to keep my shit together and keep the house clean.  To stick to my routine of applications and crickets.  I don’t have anything else to cling to right now.

So, there is not going to be a story time today.  I had some incredibly realistic fever dreams last night, and like all such dreams they are so much misery and smoke.  I can’t really make anything from them, and I don’t really have a good story idea that I’ve been slowly nursing.  I’ve lost the threads on what I was previously doing, and to be honest I wasn’t all that excited about any of them.  I’ll circle back around at a later date, but for now, I don’t really have anything that I can write or want to write, and despite all the medication I have available, my face is still in extreme pain. 

I have this update in me, and no further.