I push myself finally to write something, minorly personal. (Note: only urban dictionary accepts "minorly" as a word, I need to get my vocabulary out of the gutter.)

1. I return to find that no, no job lept into my lap while I was away and unconcerned about finding one.
2. This weighs pretty heavy on my mind.
3. Seriously, what the fuck am I thinking in living here?
4. Oh, I feel like I'll get some low-rent Excel-crunching, hell-on-earth office job. And I'll need to fight for it.
5. I feel, scratch that, I am having basic problems reading and writing with any sort of fluidity and I feel like my brain is going to seed.
6. I think this pessimism is a little horrendously melodramatic.
7. Or is it?

Random Sigh of Relief

Perceptive misreading.

You put in (you read): "It's freeing to do something completely different."

And you get out (you think you see): "It's freezing to do anything completely different."

I'm almost proud of myself for muddling this up to the point that the sentiment is reversed. Middle school through early, early college, I had this fail-proof 6th sense sort of ability to mishear/misread anything from, well, Radiohead lyrics to Radiohead lyrics and beyond. And I thought I had lost it. Thank god.