In which I’ve not done shit.

I’ve slept about twenty of the past forty hours, I think.

Or I’ve at least spent them in bed, either sleeping or listening to my iPod. I no longer get the cramps I was getting last year (the ones that made me weep for hours and contemplate performing an auto-hysterectomy) but the damn process still makes me feel like my whole body is a black-and-purple bruise. To hell with hormones, I tell ya.

Of the last three places I’ve interviewed, one hasn’t contacted me, another wants me in Monday for a follow-up interview, and the third emailed to say they’d filled the position from inside. I have $50. I will need gas, smokes, dog food, and feminine hygiene products the next time I leave the house, which will pretty much eat that up, and then I’ll have nothing. The jeep needs work, and I need to get my teeth cleaned about a year ago.

One roommate is out drinking with my ex; the other’s in Keosauqua seeing her cousin. I’ve been called by two girls who want to go out tonight in spite of the bitter cold, but I ain’t goin’ out. I’m reading The Tie That Bindsand drinking cranberry juice, and that’s enough action for me.