And again, we're off to a rocky start. I've been severely exhausted since school ended and have had not much luck finding work. Part of this, I'm sure, is my absolute lack of interest in being employed. Seriously, I have had it with people telling me where to be when, what to do how, and generally using me as a chamber pot for their fear of change and frustration with their pathetic lives. The more I 'look for a job', the more certain I am that any job I take is going to lead to insanity or violence. I'm having a small amount of luck in pursuit of freelance writing jobs, but I have a problem with self discipline that something is going to have to be done about before I can make any serious amount of money at it. We're exploring some options regarding starting a business, but it's going to be some time before this gets off the ground. All the while, I feel a sense of looming foreboding about the future; in some ways it seems like the storm may have passed, but the more I read the more I feel like this is just the eye of the storm.
It seems like when I buy produce at the grocery store, I end up with rotting vegetables more often than should be normal, and I have a theory about it. I think that the price of fresh produce is going up because there's a shortage in the works, and the supermarkets are trying to avoid having to raise prices by keeping their produce on the shelves longer than they know they should so they can squeeze that much more profit out of every shipment. Am I being paranoid? Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean the world's food supply isn't about to collapse.
I don't think I can stand another winter in this forsaken hellhole of a city, but I don't see many options for getting out. In many ways I'm a lucky person. I'm just hoping that luck is going to carry me through this.
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