Am in spectacularly lousy mood. Spent much of today wandering the streets wrapped in dark cloud of gloom, alternating between missing of boyfriend past and dreading approach of uncertain, possibly boyfriendless and definitely scary future, envisioning various scenarios of mayhem and destruction. Feeling strong desire to abandon all resposibilities and hope of productivity and go hole up in a dingy bar and drink martinis until my liver shrivels.

However. Am being good girl and resisting self-destructive urges. Yay me.

On the bright side....(if there actually is one)...I am student-teaching ESL for a class that I am taking in hopes of finding employment that will free me from my current miserable morass of messy meaninglessness. It is going quite well, except for the fact that when my students talk to each other in Spanish I worry that they are talking about me and that there is something despicable hanging out of my nose. Must find out what Spanish for booger is so that I can relax.

Must off now to engage in naughty fantasies about David Spade and attempt to get six and a half hours of sleep.