So, Um, You know...

There's one really bad thing about working from 10pm until 6:30 am. I get a lunch. Which means I stick around and think about everything that's closed for a half an hour before giving up and shuffling back to my chair to wait out the twenty-five minutes I have left before I can resume getting paid for sitting. What a horrible waste.

I've been fighting a very, very nasty excuse for a cold, and I think it's winding down- now if only the rest of this damnable cough will leave me.

I know that there was a time when it felt like I could take on the world. I need that determination again.

Maybe I need to find something that will make me worthwhile. Because my writing's not enough. My deviantart profile is full of things done out of boredom. I know the long list of things I can't do, but by god, I'm good at my job... it just doesn't pay enough of the bills to get me what I need.
And what do I need?

An apartment.

... and a copy of Mirrormask.

What? If I'm worthwhile, then it's about time that I spoiled myself with something.