Down

I should be ecstatic. It's my birthday. But I'm kind of not this morning. I got rejected from two separate festivals, bringing the grand total so far to 6. It's not looking good for my film. I also hate my job, and just found out the chef walked out yesterday, and since he was my friend, that's not good. Why can't the people who suck leave that place? They always stick around for some reason.

Remember the museum job? I found out that the person that got it was an undergrad at State, and I remember her because she once cried to get into a class I was TAing for. Ridiculous. I'm desperately trying to find another job. I'm going to see about a teaching job today, but it's only part time. They know me there, though, so this could be good. I also am crossing my fingers for a part time job at UCSD, so we'll see what happens there.

I feel fat. That sucks all by itself.

I'm afraid that no one is going to come to my party tonight. There are several people who are still in the "maybe" column. At this point, it might just be me and Ginger.

I'm getting my hrr did today. I'm hoping that will cheer me up.