I'm sick of spending almost every hour of my life cooped up in this room. The problem of course is that I have nowhere to go, no money to spend and no friends to see. I went to a party last night, but for the most part I just ended up putting dents in the dip and reading Rolling stone on the couch. Meanwhile, the job search has come to a screeching halt due to a lack of energy and optimism. I really don't know if there's a single thing out there that I'm cut out for.

The few social graces I have completely dissolved and I'm even having trouble talking to close friends and family back home. I honestly just don't know what to say anymore. In short, I've been more depressed then I have in my entire life. I really hate feeling this way.



Well alright...three hours later and I feel great. I've decided to leave the original post as testament to just how fucked up these mood swings are. It always hits like a ton of bricks then fades out shortly afterwards. Let me also add that dancing is great medicine for the blues and that "Hoops" is the coolest song in existence.