sunday is postsecret day

So it's a sunday. I applied for employment insurance today. It was surprisingly not as degrading as I expected. You see I lost my job. The world went mad and I spun and spun.

My second last post was, I believe, only a few days prior to my losing my job and the fact that I was seriously cracking under the pressure of "someone's going to be fired, let's spin the wheel and see who it will be..." The horror of having destroyed a piece of paper that says a fax failed to go through. That that kind of bullshit is what amounts to someone losing their job. It's madness, I'm telling you.

Anyway. What I wanted to say was that not being the only freak on the planet makes me feel a fuck of a lot better. And it should make you feel better too. The reason for this recent discovery is:

POSTSECRET

It's my most favourite thing right now. It makes me feel so much better.
That and watching "Heroes" and talking to friends and the now once a week Starbucks trip I'm allowed. Sadly, the missing of starbucks has been one of the hardest aspects of losing my job. Which is incredibly lame. Especially since a year ago I was SO-ANTI-STARBUCKS. But now, alas I stare at the green overhang with longing.

Oh, if anyone wants to sponsor me to go to a conference in July, I'd appreciate the donation :)

I have nothing else interesting to say. But, I will re-iterate one of my favourite all-time poems to the best of my recollection, by Vincent McCabe-Barauskas (hopefully he won't mind my confiscating his grade 7 work):

One morning
I woke up
And all I could speak was Spanish
Ole!