Sending it out to the Cosmos

Sometimes I wrap myself up in a cocoon here in the huge bed in my room that is really two beds. And I think of lots of random things and sometimes cabbages and kings are involved, but mostly it is things like:
where do I look next for that elusive job that is out there somewhere?
Do I get up and do my homework or continue to enjoy myself here in dreamland?
If I just go tell the guys in the advising office, or the janitorial staff, or that bookstore, that I am desperate and emotionally drained, will they take pity and hire me?
Where the heck did I put that other package of cold medicine?
How should I know what the square root of  (x-2) + 4853 is?
How do all you people sound so dang confident when you say, "I'll just find a couple jobs."?
How do you sleep at night when no one wants to hire you even in the food industry?
What on earth am I doing here on earth in general?

So if anybody has answers to some of those questions, I'll be here sneezing and coughing and slugging through a pile of job applications. Feel free to offer any knowledge. Seriously.