So, I’ve managed to pull myself out of my pit of despair, reclaimed my will as my own after a brief paralysis, and generally accepted the fact that, should I be unemployed come September of this year, I’m still very employable and joblessness shall be but temporary and is not worthy of listlessness when there’s so much good in life.
Good in life… I’ve spent the past week surrounding myself by the things that make me happiest: fiction, music, sleep, and Amy.