As in 'Number of days I have been job-free'.
I'm feeling myself teetering on the verge of depression. It makes me even sadder, because I am generally a very optimistic person. It's hard to put yourself out there, knowing what you offer, and get nothing back. Is this what blind-dating is like?
I've hiked two little mountains, seen my trainer and I am feeling stronger. I figure, as long as I am on a mini-permanent vacation that I might as well shrink my fat ass a little. I'm starting to wonder if the dogs can keep up...
The great mystery of the ever-shrinking bottom!
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