A Safe Space for Moogles

Okay, look - nobody's gonna hire me. Every time I open a newspaper it's 'global recession' this and 'hiring freeze' that. Having a degree is no guarantee anymore, and I was always at a disadvantage in that department. Hell, experience isn't even that much of a guarantee, and I sure as hell don't have that (though I might if it wasn't for fscking Kramer's little bitchfit - thanks a lot, you tosser). If I keep trying to get into the corporate design world, I'm just banging my head against a wall.

My only other choices are give up and get another part-time gig somewhere - which is only a temporary fix anyway - or go into business for myself. Draw something, write something, and try to sell it. And the thing is? That's what I want to do anyway, but as it is right now I don't know if anything I produce is going to be anywhere near good enough. I feel like I need to level-grind some more. But it's either jump into the boss battle ten levels below where I should be, or go stark raving mad. Which, uh, it's getting close to "too late to stop that train now".

I don't have any clue where to start. I keep going in circles like this - gods all, no freaking wonder I can't get any sleep.