moron

I've gone over some of my previous posts, and I realize that the next item on The List should involve working in transitional sentences on this blog. But I've decided against that. Instead, the next item on The List is

26. Stop pacing. It doesn't do anything good for anyone involved.

I finished the big headache book today and started working on The 1-2-3 Program (16). The book was a lot of redundant filler, and the program itself boils down to eliminating "easy fixes (painkillers)," avoiding all foods that are known to be triggers (not just the ones I think are triggers for me), and if that doesn't do it, getting a prescription for preventive medication. So I've started working on steps 1 and 2, and I just have to say, I'm really going to miss chocolate. . . and coffee. . . and peanut butter. . . and bananas and cheese and flavored chips and hot dogs and virtually all frozen dinners and. . . It's going to take some getting used to.

Let me just start this section by telling everyone that I am a moron. A really really big moron. Today I got in touch with some of my professors from when I was in college and asked if they would give me a reference and if they had any suggestions for my job search (12). Well the first response I got was from crazyactivistprofessor (20) who said that he would be more than willing to refer me and also that he doesn't really hear about job opportunities, but he does hear about a lot of internships and that might be a good way to go for me because a lot of internships end up leading to jobs. Which is cool because his internships are usually with the government and non-profit organizations. So that could be a path toward a career that I would actually feel good about. Then, I got a response from coolfriendlyfirstnameprofessor (20), and she said that not only would she let me put her down as someone to call, she would start writing me a letter of reference right away. She also said that she was always getting tons of notices about writing jobs and that I should stop in her office sometime to talk about it. Plus, one of the other professors from the department has lots of good resources for finding even more writing jobs. So that would be cool, because a writing job. . . um. . . I want a writing job. . . heh. . . how's that for writing? . . So how does this make me a moron? Well, if I had gotten in touch with these nice folks as soon as I decided I wasn't going to become certified as a teacher, I would probably have a job right now. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I am The King. . .

10. 13. 16. 17. two miles treadmill. yogalates

24. clean, clean, clean

2. write, stare at the screen, write, stare at the screen, write, stare, stare, write, stare, write, write

I want to end today by thanking the folks that read this blog, lurkers and commenters alike (20). Sometimes I feel myself starting to burrow into the earth of procrastination and think, "Hey, people are actually taking the time to read your blog. What will you say to them?" So, thanks.