(this is annie)

I am on vacation and "astrology camp" in New York City right now. I love this city. Even though I'm taking a break from my normal job, I am still bound to freelance duties. So I'm typing in a coffee shop. I was all excited because I did my work quickly, and I was attaching the file to the e-mail, and (see, I am getting worked up) and Appleworks crashed, and I lost the file. So I have to redo that, which is frustrating because I have to rebuild the file from scratch rather than use an old one. On top of that, I got a voice mail l saying that the job I interviewed for last week is not going to me. Which is okay, I guess, but part of me keeps wondering how many times I can be rejected before finally deciding that I am incompetent and untalented and unemployable. I'm crying in a Starbucks right now—awful, awful STARBUCKS, because I don't know where else to get WiFi—and the battery is at 30% and I am seriously wondering if I am a big fat sucker for trying to be optimistic even though I feel like all these things around me are falling apart.

I just want to be eight years old, again and forever.