I’m writing this from bed because I’m really tired and it’s been a long day. On the face of it, I should be happy. I got a lot done, I got some great business advice. I even went swimming with my friend. But I also spent a lot of time worrying about things that might not even happen (like I’ll never make enough money and I’ll die hungry and alone) or situations about which I do not have all the facts. Then I got a rejection email from one of the few full-time jobs I applied for in L.A.
On the one hand, I thought I’d at least merit a second interview, on the other hand the commute was long and it’s in the worst possible location to me right now. I hate Los Angeles and I don’t want to live here anymore. I should stop applying for long term jobs here.
I keep falling asleep. This is it for today.