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Friday, July 11, 2008

Bored with myself

I haven't blogged in forever because it's just too boring. I have nothing to say but to bemoan my unemployed state and my near-constant depression.

I don't know why I call it unemployment, though. I forget that I work a lot at the shelter. I guess that's what depression does to you; you forget about the good things you have.

I need to remember, though, because right now it's about all that's keeping me going. I worked out and applied for some jobs today, which momentarily lifted my spirits, but then I couldn't figure out what else to do with my day, so I laid on the floor, watched TV, and napped. It was too hard to even carry on a conversation with Tim when he called. I watched the clock, cuddled with the kitties, waiting for it to be late enough to go to work.

When it was finally time to get in the car and drive up north, my spirits lifted. I walked in the door and everything felt right. If I feel this way about a part-time job, god. I can't wait to be more fully employed.



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