I'll sleep when I'm dead.

Today is attempt to clean day. I can't spend all my time looking for jobs I'm not hearing back on, and worrying about shit I can't control. I think the basic and only thing I can do is to sell my soul. I'll feel bad about it, dear reader, but I'll cope. It's just something I need to do, I guess. Otherwise, my cat will go hungry.

It's going to be a weird day today. I can tell.