So I was sort of checked out of tumblr for awhile.  Pardon my absence.

I (semi) recently moved back to the west suburbs after living my entire college life and then some in Chicago.  Quite frankly, it’s been the worst decision I’ve made since…well…it was just a really bad decision.

I live in my parents house right now.  And yeah, yeah, I get it, that’s not all the unusual these days, the economy is tough, it’s a good time to save money, and a million other reasons why that isn’t so bad.  But it really is bad.  For me, anyways.

I’m working two jobs.  In the city.  So despite living a two hour commute out of the city I once lived in, I still spend most of my time either working in it, or going to/leaving it.  It’s like all of the suck without any of the glory.

I have about 3 hours of waking life to myself once I get out of work and get home before its time to crash and do it all over again the next day.  And despite all of the extra money I seem to have (due to not paying rent), I find that I don’t have the time, or energy, to enjoy it.  Everyday is a dull plow from the time I wake up until I get home to eat, wind down, and sleep again.  Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if both of my jobs were more rewarding, or at least more along the lines of what I’d like to be doing with my life (game design).  But it’s a tough industry, especially in Chicago.  And no one wants to hire a fresh graduate, no matter how qualified and driven he is.

So, long story short, I haven’t blogged much because I’m pretty miserable right now.  I want to move back to the city, but with student loans knocking at my door come december, I might not be able to afford it.  I could quit one of my jobs, but then I’m just eve more locked into living in my parents house even longer.  I need to change something, I’m just not sure what to do at the moment.

Okay, that’s the only depressing rant you’ll see me post for a long time.  Thanks for tolerating it.  I’ll try to post things more often, but you all know how that goes.

Oh hello fall, so nice of you to drop in. I’d like you to meet my friend hot apple cider. You’ll be getting to know each other quite well.

Me know. Me have problem.

Me love cookies. Me tend to get out of control when me see cookies. Me know it not natural to react so strongly to cookies, but me have weakness. Me know me do wrong. Me know it isn’t normal. Me see disapproving looks. Me see stares. Me hurt inside.

When me get back to apartment, after cookie binge, me can’t stand looking in mirror—fur matted with chocolate-chip smears and infested with crumbs. Me try but me never able to wash all of them out. Me don’t think me is monster. Me just furry blue person who love cookies too much. Me no ask for it. Me just born that way.

Me was thinking and me just don’t get it. Why is me a monster? No one else called monster on Sesame Street. Well, no one who isn’t really monster. Two-Headed Monster have two heads, so he real monster. Herry Monster strong and look angry, so he probably real monster, too. But is me really monster?…

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