Nothing, really

So I got Piccolo a boyfriend. Just because I'm not getting any action doesn't mean she has to suffer, too. They can't be together until at least a month of quarantine, though, but can frantically call to each other from across the house. Insert your own anthropomorphized romantic plot line here.
Piccolo is a sweetie and we've bonded. She likes to explore my hoodie and has taken to preening me, which is cool, because I've stopped washing my hair. She likes to ever-so-gently nibble my face and neck until she finds a different texture and try to pick it off. I will miss it when she replaces this treasured relationship she has with me with her new boyfriend. Sigh. All girls are the same.

I picked a really great time to graduate. I mean, it's always been my goal to go to school for nearly my whole life to develop and advance and learn and prepare myself to go back and live with my parents in the same shitty town I grew up in. Job searching has not been going well, due to some slip-up about this thing called the "economy", and also because I am searching in the nearby Lands of Impossibility, also referred to as "Portland". I'd love to move further away and get a job in a more accommodating city, but--oh wait--I have no money, due to NOT HAVING A JOB.
Today my dad picked up this "Job Hunter's Survival Guide" book, which is great, because I was beginning to embrace the idea of death (I feel obligated to point out that I'm joking here). It's a suspiciously skinny book, however, and I have no hope that it'll actually help, but I may as well read it because it's not like I'm super busy doing anything else.

Oh, as a follow-up to my previous post, I had bloodwork done to examine my random symptoms, and according to the results, I am not near death. Needless to say, I am glad, but I must admit there was a little bit of disappointment, because dying would at least have been interesting.