I've moved, but I'm currently waiting for the current tenant of our apartment to siddle on out of there. Which means, until then, we're in a camper. Yup. I roll in style. I'm actually rather enjoying it. Like many other things in my life, I'm planning on looking back at this and going, "Remember when we lived in that camper for a month? Good times, man."
Bad news: them blues are settin' in. I still have no job (though about 3-4 businesses around me are hiring and I've applied... they're just sort of sitting on top of my application with their hands folded), and have been sitting here slowly melding with the dust. The big dollar signs are starting to grab at my heels, and besides paying for that lovely apartment I'll be staying in, there's lovely things like car insurance, credit card bills, and that juicy pile of school loans. I don't much care what I'm doing at this point... just that I make enough to eat and keep the hound-drool off my shoes.
At this point I start to sink into the mindset of uselessness: what am I doing right now but soaking up air, water, and expensive food? Nada. And soon at least one of those things is gonna run out unless I do something about it. I've got some ideas, but each time I go to run after one, the blues clock me in the jaw and I'm on the floor, wondering again how I can be so useless. Ad infiniutm.
However, I won't let the w(h)ine-and-sorrow gig go on much longer. I'm applying to volunteer gaming writer positions. If nothing else, I can write out my opinions about the latest in gaming stuff I've touched ('cause I touch it daily) and send that out to the volunteer places, and slowly accrue a little bit of background. Better than sitting on my hands waiting for McDonald's to call me back. Seriously, that's a bitch. Waiting on McDonald's? Augh.