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Thursday, June 06, 2002

I cried some last night. Dad says that 2:30-4 PM is the time to feel depressed about jobs, because your blood sugar is low. But I was watching Real Genius at 2:30 yesterday - and at midnight, I just felt so frickin' useless. Both of the jobs I interviewed for went to other people with more retail/coffee experience. I have applications for two other jobs that I need to finish, and there's a temp agency to call tomorrow morning. But I still can't help but feel like nothing good is going to happen.

I'm sure I'll get over this soon enough. I'll find something. Something good is sure to happen. It's just been a little hard to see it recently.

Today has been better. No TV so far - which is a sign that I'm not trying to turn off my brain. And I get to go see a movie - Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood for free tonight. Leaving the house, seeing a movie, and not paying money for it - these are all fantastic things.

They certainly make the day bearable.

Time to dry my hair.

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