I am made of blue sky + hard rock

Well, that was a bad night.


You know what makes my days just a little bit worse? When, each morning, my dad asks,


"What are you going to do today?"


I know it's a simple question, but just knowing, in his eyes, I really haven't been doing much of anything for the past four months, kills me. Because all the "not doing much" has consisted of over two dozen attempts at finding a legit job...and failing.

So, I don't know, dad, today, maybe I'll do a little bit more self-loathing. I need to catch up on my complete lack of confidence, oh, and I was thinking about reworking my portfolio to show what a piece of shit I am.

Guh.

So, maybe today isn't a very good day either.