Ugh

I feel as though it's been raining incessantly for months. Pouring down worries and stressors and drama that prolonged unemployment has weakened me for. My immunity to frustration is startlingly low. I want to destroy something every time I post another resume to some craptacular website that promises results. I want to scream at the mention of cover letters. They expect me to chose a city, a salary, health benefits, sectors. Nonprofit , corporation, relocation, waking up at 6 am thirty years down the line to realize I have no clue where my twenties went. It's like Trainspotting without the heroin. But it'd be a whole lot cooler if there was.