O: journal entry july 17th

Today is a fairly average day in Sean Land. I've set up an
arrangement where I can make decent money doing data entry at home. But
I'll have to get the right computer program and figure it all out. If I
can do this, maybe I can put some of my motivation to use. So often,
I've felt like I've had the drive and intelligence to succeed but have
been denied the opportunity. If you're not hired, you can't work. And,
really, my main skills are creative or at least mental. I've never been
all that good at physical work. The manager of the Starbucks next store
says she may hire me for this next year. That would be so exciting.
Well, you're hearing the prozac talking. I can't seem to function
without it very well these days. It would greatly help my depression if
I knew that there was a God or at least other civilized planets.
Because this earth being all there is is a rather depressing thought.
That would make George W. Bush essentially emperor of the world and the
closest thing there really is to a God. That's the implications of
atheism. Anyway, peace.