Meh

Really, the title of the post says it all. The blog is beginning to atrophy under my own apathy and the Pall. Not even Tom and Katie can pique my interest of late. A hoyay Yankees pic barely raised my lips to a smile. Unfortunately, the rest of my life is under the same dark cloud, especially my writing. Or lack thereof. I haven't written anything other than in my journal for nearly two weeks. I've found all sorts of other diversions---cross-stitching, knitting, making journals, eating, watching Buffy DVDs---and rationalizations ("I'm priming the creative pump." "Thinking about the story is really the same as writing it.").

My most recent excuse for not writing is my job. I spend all day in front of a computer trying to defunk a pile of manure. By the time I get home, I don't want to sit in front of a computer or do anything involving words.

So my latest grasp at the straws is that perhaps I need to try a whole new job field. And because I enjoy futile shouts into the abyss, I'm once again going to ask for your opinion. What type of job should I get? The parameters are as follows:*

* Can't keep me away from home for more than 9 hours at a stretch, unless I can take Rowen with me.
* No editing or writing positions. That would sort of defeat the point.
* Salary or pay must be steady and enough to afford a one-bedroom apartment in Austin (if I hadn't just signed a one-year lease on my apartment, I would be seriously considering downsizing to an efficiency), car insurance, gas, food, and minimum payments on my credit cards.
* Must offer health care. Paid vacation would be nice but not essential.

Any ideas?

*That I wrote that sentence shows how much I need to get away from academic publishing.