This Tuesday was not too blue. My depression has mostly lifted. I’ve been able to complete several writing assignments, including a few new ones. I feel pretty good, considering. I had previously told my therapist I just wanted to be depressed, to take a break and feel the feelings until I wasn’t depressed any longer. Seems I’m there at last.
My friend in Holland is on the mend, another friend who was deeply depressed has gone on an anti-depressant and is happy about her decision. My girlfriend and many of my friends are baseline depressed, again considering all our situations about being under/unemployed, it’s seems reasonable in these dire economic times.
Readers want me to write more. Let’s see: I’m taking the Census test down the street from my apartment this morning, had a very good interview for a part time job on Monday (wore a monkey suit and everything!), still more writing assignments– interviewing, transcribing, writing, editing, submitting, still being jerked around by the HRA bureaucracy (which I can never spell correctly, have to look it up every time) and might get my public assistance pulled. Had an agent turn down my manuscript, but didn’t get too down about it…just makes me want to keep rewriting and keep it out there…
The kid from Indiana is still on my couch. Told him this is the last week – I need my own space back, at least for a bit. At least until my Aussie pal arrives, if indeed she does make it here.