The Pit

So, I've been looking for a job, as most who read this already know, and I haven't gotten anything. Well, I did get a preliminary interview with McDonalds, and they said they'd give me a real one the next week, but nothing.

I've noticed a bad trend the past few days. I'm going out less and less, and sleeping more and more--up to 5 naps a day. I'm getting very discouraged at the complete lack of information. I'm beginning to hate my cell phone, thinking "What's the point in picking it up today? It won't ring." I'm starting to feel that shutting off my alarm and just going back to bed wouldn't be a bad idea. Not good thoughts with the rent hanging over my head like a 10-ton weight. I'm spending the days in a state of semi-consciousness, just the narrowest margin away from napping wherever I happen to be at the moment. I'm even starting to wonder if coming back to Ames was the best idea.

I don't like all this. I've been here before. It's my nice little pit of despair. I feel like I keep trying to climb back into the light, but every time I get close, I slide back down again--and I'm starting to get tired of the climb. The headlights on Lincoln Way were looking much too friendly for comfort.