unemployment amy anthropology i'm going from recovery and adaptation to boredom, and in these exasperating times i'm supposed to give up my whole past in its entirety to move on, and i won't, because my heart is broken, and broke. at other times i look for a job with a gust at my back, but it doesn't feel like i'll want to keep it so i'm depressed in anticipation of the, once again, break-up. but if i just keep to myself i can cycle quicker in my imagination, and lose my imaginary jobs monthly. that's the good life. i mean it's nothing to brag about, but it gets it done. do i still need to be saved? yes of course i do. i can't make that happen. if i'm writing here and talking about it, you know nothing has happened. help help help means that. nothing is new with me. the internet is a bit of a distraction, but it's hard to say if it's a help or a harm. you just have to go with it, it seems. that's the mores of the thing. ( beethoven symphony ) 170417 ... unhinged i just need the store i work in to stay open for twelve more months. 170417 what's it to you? who go blather from