I wish I had a glass of wine...that's right...it's 10am and I said I wish I had a glass of wine...I'm beginning to suffer round two of the the blues of not having a job. The first round hit in September....
I still make myself go to bed at a decent hour...no later than midnight...and I still wake up between 8-930am....I roll out of bed thinking...why bother...I don't get out of my pajamas...which makes me feel more like a loser than anything...but I do make my bed...for some reason that makes me feel less lazy.
I don't have the real desire to eat anymore...I make myself though b/c you have to eat...but the shit kicker of it is, I'm not depressed...sounds like it, but I'm not.
Went to my post-opp on Thursday and everything came back benign...so I celebrated Thursday night. We had fun...as always.
I feel that everyone is moving full speed around me and I'm stuck in a tar pit surrounded by qucksand....if you sit quietly enough, you can hear the violins begin to play.
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**hugs**
Sorry I missed your call the other day. I am working graveyard shift... and when I am off, I try to keep myself busy so that I don't get to sad...
Hope you are able to get out of this funk you are in and find a job soon! Love ya hun! Think bout ya often.
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