Meh.
Now that I have been effectively unemployed for one month, I should be planning my escape route. Everything is a mess in my head, so I sit here each day continuing down this path. It's a strange thing. I know that the longer I go without an income, the more behind I become on my debt, the much more difficult it will be to climb back out of this whole. Yet here I sit, watching it all collapse around me. The great thing about depression is that you're wired in a way that, at the very least, you blame yourself for your bad decisions. Other types of crazy people blame everyone else.
On the brighter side, for now I am warm and cozy. I have a dog snoring beside me. I have a hot cup of coffee in front me. Plus, I still have a fully functioning penis. There's a lot to be said for being able to get an erection - even if you are alone when you have it.
