Christian Burial Music

Back awhile ago-I think I mentioned it here-perhaps not-I started the process of applying for the local uni to get a teaching certificate.
I thought I'd have ~a year of classes to take.
Got the paper yesterday.
I'd have to start over.
Just like I was 18 and fresh out of high school.
Nothing I've done in the last decade plus would count towards that certification.
Not the bachelor's that took 10 years and G-d knows how many nervous breakdowns to get.
Certainly not the master's that quite nearly killed me.
None of it would count.

My life would be laughable if it weren't so damned miserable.

Being miserable doesn't make you better than anyone else. It just makes you miserable.

Yes. But it's my misery. And so far no one has convinced me I shouldn't embrace it.

It's about all I've got at this point.

Might as well wallow in it.

Went on a job interview today. The interviewer thought I was hilarious. She was calling people in from other cubes to witness my wit. She said I'm just what they need around there.
I'm sure it will change nothing. But at least I'm still pretending I give a damn. That's a grand gesture if ever there was one.

You want to know how bad it is?
Oh probably not. But I'm going to fucking tell you.
Not even Jeeves and Wooster are succeeding in cheering me up.

Imagine that.