When All of Your Wishes Are Granted, Many of Your Dreams Will Be Destroyed

I'm sitting here at work, bored out of my skull.  Since most stuff has been moved over to Windstream in Arkansas, there's just not much to do.  The occasional escalated ticket or static order comes through, but mostly this job is just wasting my time.  I want to go back to school for mortuary science, but school feels daunting and starting a new job feels daunting.  All of these descriptions are so specific.  "Looking for a self starter," "looking for a highly motivated individual."  Blah blah BLAH.
I guess it's important to remember that these ads are bullshit.  They should read, "looking for some poor bastard to show up and get paid to be miserable."  Buzz words.  Nothing but buzz words.
I'm trying to figure out my life and I just feel confused and goddamn aggravated.
How the hell am I supposed to live?  Pay my bills?  Pay my rent?  Get my meds?
So I'm depressed and tired.

I remember having this crisis when I graduated college.  I get really annoyed when I'm not allowed to buck the system and have my way.  Give me my pills for free.  Have rich celebrities pay off my student loans, my car, and my credit card.  Do it.  Do it NOW.
I'm also dragging ass at work.  I had the flu a week or so ago and am still fighting it.  I have a raging sinus headache so I took some Nyquil.  I didn't have anything else in my desk, so I'm dozing off in front of my screen.
So.... I'm pissed off, tired, and feeling hopeless.