Cabin Fever is starting to set in.
I haven't worked in weeks. I barely leave the house. Just wasting away infront of the computer, in front of the television, inside a book. I can only wake up without purpose for so many days before the depression starts to get me.
So here I am writing in this journal. My own message in a bottle. A hurried note cast into an endless ocean;
Send Food
Send Company
Send Work
As if you, the imaginary reader, care. As if you really exist. As if I'm not doing this just to hear myself type.
At least I can pretend. Next time I'll try not to be so depressing. Until then...
I haven't worked in weeks. I barely leave the house. Just wasting away infront of the computer, in front of the television, inside a book. I can only wake up without purpose for so many days before the depression starts to get me.
So here I am writing in this journal. My own message in a bottle. A hurried note cast into an endless ocean;
Send Food
Send Company
Send Work
As if you, the imaginary reader, care. As if you really exist. As if I'm not doing this just to hear myself type.
At least I can pretend. Next time I'll try not to be so depressing. Until then...
I am quite entertaining even with out alcohol consumption.
I know this guy who has runs an Art group in Austin. Perhaps they might know of a place that's hiring?
I'm pretty bored myself... although completely slammed at work... at least until the end of this Month... but hey... I still manage to go out and have fun.
Wanna be friends?