I Am Exhausted

Which, is surprising considering I have done absolutly nothing in seven days. Seven days. Seven days of reading, and watching movies, and going through three boxes of tissue, over two bottles of cold medicine and every single negative thought I have in my brain repeating over and over and over and over again. Here are some conclusions I have reached.

Conclusion #1and

Conclusion #2

Its funny how a couch can be your best friend and your worst enemy all at the same time.

Now, I'm sure once this virus has passed, I wont have such a bleak outlook on life, but at the moment, when the only thing I have eaten is cup o noodles for a week, I really miss enjoying my life. I miss real food. I miss my friends! I even miss working, despite the fact that I'm pretty sure if I went strait to hell right now it would take me a week to realize I wasn't still at work. I suppose what I miss is the money that working provides. I'm still waiting for that long lost rich uncle to leave me an inheritence. I figure it happens in movies all the time. And since movies are like real life..... 

Anyway.

This brings me to conclusion #3. I'm in dire need of a new job. Its not that I despise my jobs, its about a level below that. I don't despise. I just spise. I don't like working job #1 till 11pm and then work job #2 the following morning on no sleep.

Job number 2- Is a bookstore. I work in a bookstore. And its not bad... I might even say I like it most of the time, but I truly question people who come in with this information and expect me to find the exact title they are looking for.
 {Um, the cover is blue, or maybe purple. And it has something to do with opposites. Like happy and sad. or.. maybe its grumpy? or icey and hot. I don't know the authors name. a friend of a friend has it who I've never met.}
Whats the book about?
{um, opposites.}
Opposites of what? Is it a science book? Childrens book? Drama? fiction?
{um.....}

These moments to me are more painful than watching Kristin Stewart trying to act.

Today I had a customer that kept describing a book to me about loving someone forever. So I used my expertise devisive skills and I showed her the book she described, and she insisted that it was not the right book. So then I asked her to describe the story line of the book, and she did... and it was the same story I had put in front of her face. I spent ten minutes trying to "find" the right book because she insisted it wasn't correct. Then, ten minutes later, she opened the book I gave her again, read a few lines, and says.. {oh! this IS the book, afterall! yay!} Now "Yay", would have more accurately described how I would have felt at that moment had a tiny man suddenly ran up to her and punched her in her ovaries.

                                   Yes, spooky owl, I am DEAD serious.

I'm not sleeping. I can't breath through my nose. So you'll have to forgive my crankiness. Or not, and just stop reading.

Wouldn't it be nice to do this to certain people? No? Just me?

Bucket List Item in dire need of accomplishment- Find a job I love.