I'm going to be honest with you and say that this year of being unemployed has made me depressed. We all get depressed from time to time. It's a part of living. If beavers could talk, I bet they'd say they get bummed out sometimes.
I'm not wanting to crawl into a hole and off myself or anything. I mostly just want to sleep all the time. I really mean all the time. I sleep until 1pm on the daily, to be honest. It's shameful. I get up and eat some Kellog's brand Krave cereal and then I get started on the rigorous task of social networking all day.
The whole "feeling useless" thing is really getting to me. I hate to admit it since I've damned the "Man" since grade school, but I thrive on a set schedule. I like getting up knowing there are places to be late to and people to disappoint. It gives me a purpose. Right now, my only "purpose" is making sure my dog has fresh water and a sock full of treats to gnaw on while I get a few more hours of sleep. She may be adorable but she's annoying.
She wakes me up by scratching at my bedroom door and whimpering. At first, I thought it was super cute. "D'awww... puppy loves me!" Then I suspected that her only reason for this behavior was to piss me off. Now I realize she probably pities me and she's trying to wake me up at a decent hour so I can finally do something with my life.
Hey, I get stuff done. I get about a day's worth of errands and activities done in a week. That's progress! Honesty, though, if you had nowhere to be and nothing you really "needed" to accomplish, you wouldn't be in a rush to go out either. Especially when your bank account is in the double digits. That's including change.
As obnoxious as Annie can be, she really does bring me a disgusting amount of joy every day. She's 13 and a half which is like Cloris Leachman in human years but she can still rage. Very much like Cloris Leachman can still rage. Check it out! Geriatric canine RAGE!!!
Despite being all blahmberg lately, Annie has made me pretty happy. I truly believe that dogs and other adorable animals (not cats) are angels. Ass-licking, stanky angels who love you unconditionally. Except for cats. Cats don't count.
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