post grad

So far life as a grumpy post-grad has not been too different from life as a grumpy college student.  Besides the fact that OH MY LORD MY JOB MAKES ME PAINFULLY AWARE OF MY POSTMODERN CONDITION.

Last night:  party at Emma's.  I remember sunlight before I went to sleep.  And then I got up a scant three hours later and had about 4 shots in my coffee, which was probably why I wanted to throw up all over Melanie's after a poor breakfast decision of eggs benedict.  Drunk + Hollandaise Sauce = bad news bears, y'all.  Apparently I sent some people text messages around 3 in the morning.  The only reason I know this is because I found them in my 'outbox' while going through my phone tonight.  Whoops.

I am applying for a job and an internship in NYC this week.  Just for kicks.  I have no confidence that I will actually receive the positions I'm applying for, but but but.  There's always a 'but.'

IN OTHER THOUGHTS:

So sometimes you think you're sure about something.

And then something happens.

And you're not so sure anymore.

Obsess!  Obsess!  Obsess!