The job search thus far is sending me in either one of two directions: alcoholism based on severe despair and anxiety, or total homicidal killing rampage. It's still up in the air.

The thing about the job search is, you evidently have to be qualified for things. You need some super special degree in something that sounds interesting and smart, some portfolios and specialties and a list of jobs for important people, and possible a resume custom made for Donald Trump but with your name on it.

I have an English degree.

You know what you're qualified for when you have a Bachelors degree in English?

Teaching English in Asia.

Not even in the States, because to teach here you need a certificate, no, if you want to teach at all, or do anything with English at all, it has to be in freaking Asia.

I just got back from Asia. I would gladly return, except my father would lo jack my ass.

So here I sit, applying for job after job after job after job, wondering when that last little bit of sanity will break and I'll run screaming from the house with a katana in one hand and a sawed off shotgun in the other.