A start of another work week, and already I've messed it all up.  Luckily, I was able to pick up an extra shift for this morning; unfortunately that left me depleted during the afternoon and I ended up taking a nap.  Now it's after 11 PM and I'm still pretty alert, which isn't the greatest news considering I have to be up at 5:30 tomorrow morning.  Way to take off on the right foot. Brilliant.

Things are spiraling out of control over here in my own personal wonderland.  I hurtle towards a certain, specific doom, but at the same time everything seems to be running on their own personal schedules, not in a hurry to get anywhere any time soon.  Still, it's all very terrifying.  At most moments I feel powerless and helpless.  If I take a bird's eye view on the past couple of months, I see that strides have been made, a hustle has been partaken.  From afar it looks like I'm working hard to make things happen.

So why does it feel like I'm dead weight? Why do I feel like I'm nothing more than an overwhelming inconvenience to those around me, to my roommates?  I've felt extremely uncomfortable in my own house for the entire weekend; I've spent most of the time holed out in my room, in front of the laptop doing everything but accomplishing nothing.  This is the problem -- the accomplishments, the ones that matter, are not rearing their beautiful heads.  I'm still without a job.  I have absolutely no money whatsoever...I can't even afford basic necessities.  I'm a bum trying to parade around as a successful young professional.