Still no job. Has had interviews. Looking for entry level data management. Money running low. Sanity running lower.

Everything is tangled up inside. Tired of waiting for phone calls.

I don’t even have anything to say. I’m so tangled inside I can’t get anything to express clearly. I’m surviving, I’m okay. Every day is just another day. Yesterday was bad. The sun had no warmth. I don’t know about today. I keep trying to get up early and I can’t, it’s so cold outside the bed I can’t get up; I just go back to sleep. So I know I’m depressed.

There are things I should or could do. I’m just not always doing them. Maybe I will today.