still looking

This morning I went to the employment center. The only available job-search computer had a fucked up cursor and was unusable. I spoke to the woman at the front desk, saying that I had applied for a number of jobs but had never been called for an interview. Her response was, “that is happening to a lot of people.” That did not make me feel any better.

I considered finding a place to sit in peace so I could write Lisa the love letter she so desperately wants, but I am far too depressed to write one she would want to read.

Next Thursday I have an appointment with a shrink at the local mental health facility, at which point he will - I hope and pray - give me my Zoloft at last. I've only been waiting for six months; it is a miracle that I have survived this long.