Little Spikes of Depression

"He just wants to be left alone ... talking on his phone ..." - as written by Miju ...

I'm blogging early today, so you have to trust that I am actually going to do what I'm saying I'm going to do ...

It's about 10:30am, and I've gotten 5 phone calls. Over the last several days, every time the phone rings, I anxiously run to the phone to see who is calling. It has yet to be a possible employer ... Never in my life have I been more depressed by a ringing phone. Every time it rings and isn't a school calling for an interview, I get a little punch in the gut of depression.
I'm not saying don't call me, because I the little spike lasts only a second. It's just a weird feeling.

Anyways, today's list of things to do: 1) Find a school to send a resume to. 2) Go to Barnes & Noble to screw XAM.

So the job search continues ...

Keep your fingers crossed, do whatever pagan ritual you can think of, light a candle (or seven), and/or say a little prayer ...

And so goes the life ...