You should see Meet Me in St. Louis

I’m not certain that I like the place my life has taken me. Or rather, I'm certain I don't like it. My daily routine generally consists of waking up, muddling through getting ready, coming in to work later than I should, pretending to myself and everyone that I wasn’t late, muddling my way through 8 hours of work while listening to punk music (easy to do when you’re just doing config management), driving home while wondering at the inability of the general populace to handle an automobile with any sense of safety or decency, settling on the couch to read or watch something, or settling onto Jeff’s lap, if he is already home, and then we discuss dinner and figure out whether to watch Simpsons or Futurama, after which we do stuff like cleaning, schoolwork (now that we’re both in class again), paperwork, or spending time with people. My life isn’t evil, or a pit of despair, but it’s discouraging. Jeff and I are both tired, fed up with our jobs, stressed out regarding finances, the house construction schedule changes, friends’ problems, etc. The things that are important to me, and even the little things that used to make me happy, are put on hold because there is no time for them. Plenty of people annoy me, because by and large, they’re stupid; my tongue is in pain because I have to bite it so often. I’ve been running at full speed for ten years now, and I’m tired of it, but there seems to be no escape.

I wish I could just stay home, away from people, for months at a time, doing something I like that pays decent money. I’d let friends and family in on occasion, of course, but you’d have to (and probably want to) leave when I got cranky.
Potential jobs:
Science writer—Get paid to interpret the brilliant findings of people who have worse people skills than even I do. Yes!
Musician and composer—I’d be the kind that always wears black and lurks in coffee houses, “suffering” for her “art”. I’m already experimenting with piercings and hair dye, so it may just be a matter of time.
Fiction writer—I don’t talk about it much, but I still have as much imagination as I had when I was 10 years old, while possessing a lot more life experience. Heheh.
Non-fiction writer—Lots of people need to be set straight on a lot of things. Theology, science, culture, history, politics, you name it. They should pay me to do it for them.
E-business or other digital professional—The people-avoidance career of choice for INTJs. I can do web development from my home, right? If only I knew how.
Advice giver—You know, like Abby or Ann Landers. I’d be a straight shooter, and I could get paid for telling people off. “Dear Frustrated in Fresno, Your life is a mess because you are stupid and worthless. Stop blaming your hard-working parents whose only fault was failing to discipline you as much as you deserved. If you want respect, you have to earn it. While you’re processing that, you can mow my lawn for $5.” I’d do it all by e-mail, so as to avoid interfacing with any real people.
Reviewer of classic movies—Too bad Leonard Maltin already did this. Let me know if you’d buy a book on old movies that I write. It may be worth a shot. 100 Classic Films Everyone Should See, Because I Say So. You know you’d want to read it.

Thoughts? Jeff says I can start my own business and stuff, but I can’t do it fulltime yet, since I need to be sure to earn money. Money is so tiresome! Words of wisdom from Meet Me in St. Louis:
Rose Smith: Money. I hate, loathe, despise and abominate money.
Mr. Alonzo Smith: You also spend it.