Ugh, being unemployed is so miserable.
We were feeling so low and crummy that we slumped down in big wicker chairs and ordered two glasses of sangria by the water in Battery Park City. We were a sad sight to behold, let me tell you.
And by two glasses, I really mean a whole pitcher. We really were distraught.
Man, could I look more sad and pitiful?
That's nothing. Look at this sad sack.
Then the waiter came by, saw our distress, and forced us to finish a huge plate of hideously cheesy nachos. What a sadist.
Kim put on a brave face. She was crying two seconds before kicking her leg back in forced merriment.
It hurts to see myself this way, using a railing to hold myself up from crumpling on the floor in tears. Bless you railing. You saved the day.
After three hours of sitting on a breezy patio, we forced ourselves to kick back on a riverfront bench for two more. The view was horrible. Truly lackluster.
Ugh, I can barely look at it. It offends me.
The sun finally set on our miserable, horrible, very no good day. Thank God that's over!
