Much Farther To Go

I can only check my facebook so many times before I figure I have to get on with it. I’m looking for a summer job, and writing cover letters are the worst worst part for me. I mean, I’m glad I’m not stuck in the same job, and that I have all these options open to me, I just hate writing about how fan-fucking-tastic I really am, and how they should hire me. I’m so restless at the moment. If had any food in my cupboards I would have eaten it all. I’m not kidding. I had a sidekick for lunch, (almost had microwave popcorn) and am contemplating (more) toast and peanut butter. My mom would freak if she knew how I’m eating. hah. I think I need a nap. I probably won’t. I need to write some things out, but not here, because I’d come across all mental, and people would worry. I’ll let you know what my conclusions are, no worries.