Completely miserable sitting indoors, butt conforming to chair, feeling inhuman, hating life (not really, nobody freak out), and so forth.
I don't think Microsoft Word and newsletter layouts are the best of friends.
Never want to be an intern again. Have decided 'intern' is a ridiculous concept akin to slave and excuse to pay poorly or not at all.
Would want to go home right now if it weren't for the fact that everything else is wonderful, making for a really confusing daily medley of joy (sunshine, music, books, friends, being loved) and despair (no writing work, making zero career progress, making zero college progress, bursting into tears at inconvenient times/places, working alone for free, or at least trying to and then giving up, small-town claustrophobic insanity, uselessness, regret).
Is there anything about the situation I can change?Anything?
A writer living in San Luis Obispo, Calif., Anna likes cuddly animals, electronica, human absurdity, espresso, infobabble, sweet dreams, bicycles, German, good stories and traveling around.
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