I'm having an urge to fiddle about with PhotoShop today. And HTML. Maybe I'll do the whole change-all-icons-and-mood-theme-and-revamp-web-site thing today. I need something mindless, something where I know that if I do something wrong it'll only fuck up a layout and I can actually go back and fix it.
( Random angst moment, possibly to be expanded upon later. )
This evening, I will either do at least half of the cleaning I should do this week, or I will send out at least three job applications. Doing something useful, anyway, because I think that's part of why I'm in this rut.
And this weekend, I may go out dancing. Get out of the house and around people who don't make me nervous and stuttery and babbly and who, in fact, don't require I talk to them at all as long as I don't slosh my drink all over them. (Again. Ehehehe. And this is why I no longer drink from cups in clubs. <g>)
Will also attempt to get on Trillian and not hide behind away messages for a change.
Melle: I don't suppose "Maintained gay porn archive for two years" and "Can write a wicked bit of boytouching" are approproiate things to list under "experience" and "other skills", no?
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Melle: Fnaeh, I'm not good at selling myself.
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Melle: Why can't I just write "Please hire me, for I am cute, helpful, mostly cheerful, and if you pay me decently I'll stick around forEVER!"
Melle: But no, people WANT me to be ambitious razza frazza.
