Exhaustion Sets In At the Six Month Mark

Happy 6 months of Unemployment to me.  And Happy 6 months old to my niece!

I'm not sure if it is a result of my ER visit last Friday, or perhaps a combination of things, but I feel exhausted.  I haven't slept well the last two nights.  I also haven't watched mindless tele before bed the last two night....I wonder if there's a correlation.  I did have my first realy solid meal yesterday, which was a first in about six days.  It removed the light headedness and mild headache I had.  I should have eaten before the interview, to be extra sharp, but I've been afraid of food since emptying the contents of my stomach less than a week ago.

But I think that I'm finally near the point of exhaustion.  Not necessarily in a very literal fashion.  I'm tired.  I'm tired of struggling.  I'm tired of struggling with the ex-man who magically and mysteriously reappeared this week.  I was fine, perhaps confused, but perfectly fine after he turned his back on me.  I wish it would have stayed that way.  It was easy.  But then, when ever was anything easy?

Well, things are becoming much simpler actually.  It's so much easier to cut out the b.s. and focus on what's important.  It's a lot more difficult to get me out and about any given night of the week.  I have begun to enjoy spending time with...myself.  A lot.  I've gotten into a routine.  But honestly, I'm ready for some kind of change.  Something different.  Something to give. 

Mr. Jones, hire me!!!