Yeah, no, just not my year, I guess.

I'll be going to a philosophy party tonight and seeing a lot of people I haven't seen since the APA in December or before. They'll all ask me--one way or another--where I'm at on the job market. And I'll have to tell them I was a complete and utter failure. That's annoying, because my complete and utter failure is a lot easier to deal with if I just forget about it and think about next year instead. But I won't get to do that tonight. No, tonight's going to feature a whole fuck of a lot of me putting on a shit-eating grin and saying, "Yeah, no, just not my year, I guess."