My feelings of self-pity are no doubt rooted in my lack of income, and I’ve found the only way to overcome depression is to take action. With that in mind, I’ve been furiously looking for writing work. I’ve mentioned in the past that I could fine a lab job in a heartbeat, but that would mean working in a lab and not being at home. R and I have decided that we want to preserve our home life as much as possible. I’m certain I could find a night job, but again, quality of life comes into play.
We are not in dire straits, not yet, at least, and for now if I can just make a little here and there, it should suffice, at least until I fall back into my pit of ultimate despair. Just kidding.
Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to lindejesus for the pic.