The Weak End

The weekend is over and its namely Monday and I’m still unemployed. And yet I feel fine. My mom seems to have a second wind in her that is contagious, to say the least. We sat around and knit for a while both yesterday and today. Yesterday we even threw in some shopping. Today she bought me my birthday present: a dryer. As birthday presents go, it rocks. I cannot wait to delegate even more. Here, dryer, dry my shit. Simply delicious. It’s almost 1am and, instead of spending another LONG hour in front of our dumb game, we’re about to go to bed and enjoy some show watching. I love my house life.

I am knitting like a fiend, because my mom has found me a very profitable market in her office and everyone has placed in an order. Must. Knit. Faster. I am a little overworked sweatshop.

Tomorrow I need to apply for more jobs and try to resist the urge to call and check up on that one job I’m pining after. For now, I shall go smear myself in nacho cheese and watch me some Weeds.

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