But I Don't Wanna

I am procrastinating in the single worst way possible.

I need to write for NaNo, (Still behind, woefully so) I need to type up my resume...AGAIN, since it would seem that when a certain roomie who is on his way out reformatted the computer he deleted the program under which the majority of my stuff was written, like, oh, MY FUCKING RESUME....I need to figure out what the hell is wrong with the inside of my mouth (I banged it with my toothbrush or something, the roof in the back feels bruised or something. I have managed to convince myself that I have some weird disease, or cancer, or something that will melt my face when I least expect it...

I need to draft an email wherein I remain civil with my siblings regarding my dad's estate.

What have I done instead? Well, when I should have started the above stuff, we watched a movie. (Sunshine. It was crap.) Then we drank coffee and laughed for a while. Then I wandered around My*space. And read. Then I watched T and A play video games. Then I stared at the floor for a while, and knit.

Now I am blogging. (Are we sensing a theme?)

The resume should be at the top of the list, but having it DONE ALREADY and NOT BE ABLE TO GET TO THE DAMN THING NOT EVEN AS A FUCKING REFERENCE has made me sort of discouraged and mad.

So there's that.

Ugh. I hate, hate, hate looking for a job. HATE it. I always feel so freaking inferior and under qualified. Writing down everything I have done in my 26 years on the planet and seeing that it amounts to precisely Jack and Shit as far as prospective employers are concerned.