Private

I'm astounded to find that there are now things I feel I can't/shouldn't/don't want to talk about in public, or even really to friends. Things that make me feel somehow broken. I don't understand it and always thought I was a "share everything" kind of guy.

I guess we only know our true limits when we hit them and bounce backwards.

Good Things

I had an interview this morning that seemed to go well. It ended on a positive note of the boss saying that she thinks I'd fit well with the company and that she will contact me when she figures out where.

I have applied to many jobs that would be absolutely amazing if I get them.

I have a cell phone loaned to me by a great friend from Buffalo who even put about an hour's worth of minutes onto it.

My friends are all amazing. Brett, Derek, and Kath with offers to house me, feed me, help get me on my feet. Just hands-down amazing.

Next week will actually be a "week off" so to speak in that I'll be in an area where I won't be actively applying for jobs. And I'll see more friends and family.

So far, nobody has told me to quit my bitchin'. I take this as a relatively good sign that I haven't overstayed my welcome in the pity wagon. I'll try not to. Promise.