Seriously. It just does not go well.
At approximately 3am, I decided that we needed to move back to North Carolina. Somehow being there will magically solve all of my problems, I suppose. I woke Jason up to tell him of this plan.
At three o'clock in the morning.
He was not amused. He said we would talk later when I wasn't high on NyQuil.
So I got up and came to my computer. So I could look for jobs. In North Carolina, people. NORTH CAROLINA.
Remember what I said about North Carolina? That it would be a cold day in hell and all that?
I got distracted by MSN. I wanted to log into MSN and check up on my board. So I kept typing in www.msn.com again and again and again and the stupid page would not change. It was extraordinarily frustrating and I was about to cry when I realized something.
My home page? Is set to MSN.
So. There's that.
No one was around at 3am to talk to me, so I started looking for jobs, got confused and applied for one in North Dakota instead of North Carolina. I then sent the person an email and told them to disregard because I was high on NyQuil.
I tried to recall it, but it didn't work.
Sorry random company in North Dakota. Please do not turn me in to any authorities.
I went back to bed and kept dreaming I had a bunch of step-kids. It was really weird. They all had red hair.
I got up and took more NyQuil.
I don't think the NyQuil is doing anything except helping me to sleep.
And hopefully? Helping me forget.