I am not a happy Jenni.
Oddly enough, I drew a picture (posted below) and began inking another old one. But I still feel empty.
Hillary tried to hug me again. I am worried that someday I will just snap and hurt her the way I want to hurt anyone who touches me when I am in this mood.
Still no car. I miss my car. Yes, it forced more socialization upon me in the form of giving rides to everyone and their brother, but it offered an escape from family and friends that I have discovered I more than likely very much need in order to retain any sanity.
I need a job. Dear god, I need a job. I need the money, I need the escape, I need the complete and utter numbing of the mind and the thoughtless, automatic actions and smiles for hours at a time.
And sleeping for more than about two hours at a time would be real nice, too, but I won't push my luck. That I can deal with and have been for a while now. It's no longer that big a deal.
Ugh. Stomach still cranky, but it's quite empty and there's not a damned thing it can do. HAH. Take that, stomach. You will obey me. Or die. Or something. Yeah.
Had to wait until now to get my LJ fix. Couldn't check my friends list all of yesterday, or access any comments. Probably won't get to tonight unless Concentric decides to work.
Still nothing on the senior research. I cannot bring myself to care enough to do anything. I've read the materials I collected and have a basic understanding of the life and times of William Blake and a tentative grasp on some of his works, but overall... eh. Don't care. Just don't care.