It’s over.

Yesterday, I had a 24 hr pity party on Scribophile.  It’s over.

Tuesday, I had my third job interview sort of within my own company.  (Long story, I’ll explain another day).  Didn’t get the job.  It’s over.

Yesterday, I also withdrew myself from college for the third time.  Done. Finished. Finito.  It’s over.

I poured myself a rum and coke after I got the job news today.  It’s a little strong.  I’ll get over that, too.

Fuckity Fuck Fuck Cocksucking Fuck!

I’m going to go watch Little Miss Sunshine.