I can't seem to blink these days without wondering if I'm doing something that's bad for my health. There's currently a fly in my apartment that's landing all over my kitchen and laying eggs and puking and spreading semonela, everything in my refrigerator has too much acidity, and the crappy air and car exhaust of Los Angeles is floating into my apartment. So stressful being paranoid...

I'm thinking of getting a mindless part-time job that will allow me to not exhaust my brain in the Rat On Steroids Race and, therefore, finish my book. However, it's so expensive to live in LA, a less skilled job will probably also not allow me to roam the aisles of DSW with boxes of shoes. I just don't want to spend any more precious minutes of my life letting The Man suck me dry until I'm a pathetic puddle of frayed nerves half-heartedly searching the Internet for something she forgot five seconds prior to noticing the lovely Google design of the day.

I'm also drinking some magical water that has been filtered through a $4,000 contraption. What makes it magical? Probably the fact that the filter cost four grand. If it was a filter I could buy at Targae, it would probably only be mildly beneficial to my health. See how cynical I've become?

Giant sigh.

Just for today, I can be alive on a Monday.