So La Ti Do

I don't know enough about music to make much significance of the title of this post. It just sounds like "So lah-dee-dah" - not in the Van Morrison brown-eyed-girl kinda way but more like the Scarlett O'Whorea "fiddle-dee-dee" kinda way. Fiddle dum fiddle dee. Yep, everyone can go fiddle themselves.

I am at an impasse. Or a crossroads. Call it the Emotionally Fucked Roundabout of Despair. Business is stressful and not yet financially rewarding. My roommate is moving out in a week or three. I still seek nine-to-fivey kinda work but law school starts in a week. There are part-time opportunities available but ...

... but nothing I guess. I either get a job, move someone into the apartment who can significantly contribute to the rent each month, and make some money come in, or I lose this apartment one month into my first year of law school. I'm sure I'd handle that REALLY well. Do they have cocktail hours in sanitoriums? How do all these people who continually tell me how much SMARTER I am than them somehow manage to seem so much better at the simple requisite tasks of day-to-day life than I have ever been? Am I some kinda idiot-savant, with the talent of appearing to be a genius to everyone else when really I'm just a Rain Man who can't count cards?

Really, kids. Tell me how you do it. How do you balance your budgets? How do you avoid being taken advantage of? How do you regulate your bowel movements while keeping your diets interesting? Let's start a self-help book here. That self is me.

It's a hard world out there when you're nouveau-bipolar.