Jun 16, 2007 02:44
The job is mine if I want it, and I think we established before that I do. I haven't accepted it yet, though, largely because I've been very depressed lately and taking a job feels more longterm than I'm willing to commit to. I'll get over this, though, I'm sure.
I haven't been out of my apartment in two days, although it's less pathetic than it sounds. I stayed in all day Thursday as I waited for my interview, and then I stayed in all day Friday because I slept until 7:40 PM (new personal record!) and then went back to bed and slept until twenty minutes ago.
Thursday night, I sent messages to Caroline on Skype about how upset I was. She returned my melodramatic pleas with some supportive frownie faces but then she told me that she needed to bathe and socialize with her roommates. I was, however, entitled to continue my "outpouring" and she would read it later, she said.
I called Dirk earlier this evening and left a message on his answering machine that I really needed to talk to someone. He didn't call back. In his defense, he may have returned home too late to call back. Plus he's quitting smoking and in a very negative, bitter mood (at least that was the case when I talked to him on Thursday), so perhaps he didn't think he was capable of being a very good friend.
Oh, well. I'm sure I'll get over this on my own. I only have to feel this way half the time and being able to sleep through it is a nice consolation.
interviews,
dirk,
depression,
prague,
work,
caroline,
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