200 posts and...

no progress.

Well, I can't really say that. I've actually done some pretty major things since post 100.

But right now, I just feel stuck. Really really stuck.

I have been nabbed by the Thought Police and must either face assimilation or exile. Exile would mean no money. And rent is still due whether or not I have a job.

Needless to say, there has been lots of panic going on in my poor little head.

I guess you could say that I'm frozen by fear at this point. I need to find a job that will pay me enough money to survive and not make me want to kill myself.

Sounds simple enough, but I'm under the gun here.

*sigh* I thought I was going to have the energy to get into al of the details but I've already vented to someone and he gave me some good advice and ideas and whatnot. Now if I can just get my brain to start working enough to actually make things happen, that would be great.

So this 200th post lacks the pomp and stuff of the 100th post.

Sorry.

We'll save the confetti and champagne for when I leave MoMIS. And hopefully it'll be because I've found another job.

If not, we'll save it all for something even better. But that something is a secret.

And now the suspense will kill you. ::evil giggle:: I keep finding ways to keep you coming back to read about my miserable life.

Panicking captive of the Thought Police (while secretly smirking about something completely unrelated but way more important), out.

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