I don't know if anyone even reads this. For the record, it's late here and I'm at that stage where I'm tired but can't sleep. (Not that I will anyway, but it's a nice thought.)

I put in nine applications last Thursday to try to get a job. No calls yet. Damn. Tomorrow, I'm going to Michigan WORKS, which I gather is a sort of employment center. God willing (Or whatever you believe in), I'll get a job by the end of the week.

I thought that being out of school would give me more time to work on my writing and experiments with drawing and color, but it turns out there is such a thing as too much of a good thing, after all. What little inspiration I had has dried up and I feel like my mind is slowly seeping out of my ears. I b**** a lot, I know. Sorry. Nobody around here listens, so I have to vent somewhere. If you actually read this, I'm truly sorry. I am more than just complaining. I tend to update at night when I'm extremely tired, so that's a major factor. I'll, once again, update with something more cheerful on the morrow.

Cheers!