A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

I moved into this apartment nearly two months ago. It's a great apartment, located in Brooklyn Heights near everything convenient--the subway, grocery stores, Starbucks (!), etc. The only problem is, I don't have blinds on my bedroom windows. My bedroom looks out on to a courtyard, Rear Window -style, so that everyone on the courtyard can essentially look into each other's windows. Across the way is one of the dorms for the Brooklyn Law School. Since I have no blinds, when I'm changing for bed... Sign in to see full entry.

what the hell? I snuck a peak at my distribution list for last month and apparenly I read some people in the triple digits--for example, blackcat30, who I read nearly 300 times! Also in that select group of individuals is Ariala, a.ka. the British Librarian. In the double-digits are Artifact, Offbeats, Symphony, Rumored Intelligence,.Dave., Talion, and Passionflower. Hmmm, do you think I spend too much time on blogit? Sign in to see full entry.

The title of my post is a take on a book I once read called The Well of Lost Plots, by Jasper Fforde (it's not a typo--that's really his name). The book's a mystery set in a futuristic 1985 and features a detective who solves "literary crimes." It's a good book, and once in a series. Anyways, to get back to the subject of my post, I was wondering: When we write blog entry upon blog entry, and then get lost in the archives of our blogs, do people ever read past entries? For example, after this... Sign in to see full entry.

Yesterday, I felt like shit. Just read over what I wrote. I had no direction, I was grasping at straws, I was feeling helpless and hopeless. I truly loathe getting out there and making the connections that are so necessary when one is searching for a job. But today, even though things haven't improved, I'm still feeling a lot better. I don't know why that is. I guess because I've been training myself NOT to think about this unpleasant subject. I talked to my mom again on the phone. More... Sign in to see full entry.

There's so much I want to tell my therapist, but that I can't bring myself to say. Today we spent the 45- minute session talking about how frustrated I am over my job search. I guess the best way to describe it is that I'm feeling helpless and discouraged. It's an awful feeling--almost as if I'm not in control. I know I've promised myself that I'd stop thinking about myself so much, and think about other people more, but it's very, very difficult. Have you ever had one of those moments where... Sign in to see full entry.