Are You There, Friends? It's Me, Katie

Alright.

Unemployment made me lazy. And drunk. But mostly just lazy.
-ahem-
And drunk.
And kinda fat, too. So that sucks. Actually, I spent about half of July doing very, very little but watching the end of the World Cup (obsessively!) and um...sweating.

I finally got a "real person job' at Pitt, so I'm gonna go back to school at some point. I had yet another Pitt temp job in the interim, but there's honestly not much to say about it. On my second day, I rocked a hangover so hard that I threw up in the bathroom. Twice. Since then, I've been up to my usual tricks of "I wonder how much time I can kill in the bathroom?" and "I wonder how badly I'd have to hurt myself in order to go home and not the hospital?" So, same old shit.

However, something about unemployment really hit me. All the idleness, the gluttony, the demotivation-- It's made me want to better myself. I quit smoking (for the most part. I've had like 3 cigarettes in a week and a half. That's quitting enough for me.) I'm gonna go to the gym. I consolidated my student loans. I sort of feel like I'm dying and I need to set my affairs in order or something.

But whatever. I'm sure my life is about to get stupid and embarrassing again, so not to worry. I'll be writing. And you'll be laughing. At me, not with me-- please don't think I'm deluding myself.