so much for the icing.

1. I don't have a place to live in September. I can't afford to live alone. Apartments seem to keep getting yanked out from under me.

2. I am growing to really dislike my job and find that it requires some things that I'm just terrible at (managing large amounts of constantly changing data) and that, as at my old job, my writing is too "academic" or "existential" for what is required. I had an interview on Thursday for a job in a User Experience group that I really want, and I feel that I'm a great candidate for it, but I've had a lot of interviews and feelings and they didn't come with offers.

3. A co-worker, whom I really like, had a birthday party last night. First she, another co-worker and I met at an outdoor pub and had drinks and dinner, and were joined by her husband and a pair of their friends, and that was fun. But then we went across the street, to a sort of loungey bar (this is why I never go out in Boston proper), and a bunch more of their friends showed up, and because I had to go to an ATM first, when I arrived the only available seat was on the other side of the large area we had reserved, and no one talked to me. And then when people did talk to me, probably out of pity, I said weird things. And the whole night, I felt old and ugly.

4. P has started putting some of his things in boxes. I think that the separating of our stuff is going to make me really sad. I guess it's already started to.