Good morning, life!

Monday morning, 11am.

I am 27.
I am unemployed.
I am sitting in my underwear reading blogs.
I am eating a ham and cheese sandwich.
I am sitting in the apartment of the guy who broke up with me at 4am at my birthday BBQ last weekend, whose futon I crashed last night because I don't own a car.
I have developed half-actualized anxiety about an upcoming apocalypse, and reading current events makes me want to drink heavily, preferably before bed.

Good crap, when did this happen?