I know I haven’t blogged in forever. There comes a certain point during one’s absence from blogland that it begins to feel nearly impossible to get back into the swing of things. That’s where I am now.
The concept of trying to catch the blogosphere up on the last six months of my universe is preposterous. There was a boy, then there wasn’t a boy. There was Papa Knascar’s lung cancer, then there was less of Papa Knascar’s lung cancer (not quite ‘less’ enough, though). Currently, there was a job and in a week, there will be no job.
I’ve been so wrapped up in dealing with my dad’s chaos that I haven’t been able to focus on the fact that in a week, I’ll be unemployed. I’m nauseous and terrified and in total denial and procrastinating on doing anything important, like, oh, updating ye olde resume? I should probably get cracking on that. Mostly I’m crippled by the knowledge that I have no idea what I want to do when I grow up and I hate the idea of having to search for a job with that much indecision and lack of focus. Unfortunately, unless my psychic friend gives me the winning lottery numbers, I’m going to have to figure something out.