Wasting Away

Today, I did nothing. Nothing. And it sucked. I mean, I thought that doing nothing was a teenage kid's dream. But I felt restless. Not to mention useless. I mean, all day, I did nothing but lounge in a bed and read, occasionally making contact with the outside world via trips to the corner store, mobile phone, or the internet.
Thank God for the internet. I now understand the philosophy behind the Matrix trilogy.

I need some kind of job. Employment. Something. Anything. I'd rather be weeding an amphitheater in 90 degree weather with shoulder-length hair. (No easy feat, when your entire team abandons you for the air-conditioned environment of Medgar Evers).

Well it couldn't happen to a nicer guy, of that I'm sure.
I am such a loser. No friends, save for the ones that live in the Bronx (and they're having troubles of their own.
I have a girlfriend, but she's all the way in Coney Island, and that kind of travel requires funding, for which I need the aforementioned job (and that would cut down my time to see her anyway...ugh)
Unless I had a car...for which I need my license...and a job to get it with anyway!!! AAAGH!
Does nothing go my way?