Warning: Unpositive words ahead.

Feeling: depressed, lonely, dejected, powerless.

Club last night: Not so great.

Thought: When will I ever get out of this damn rut?

Inspiration: Lacking.

Suspicion: The bread guy changed his mind about hiring me, and just didn't want to say so directly. I haven't heard back from him, and I don't think I will.

Weather: Cloudy. Ten seconds after I walked out the door, it started raining on me. Another sign?

Irritability: High.

Self-esteem complex: Was it something I said? Am I just cursed? Why does the world hate me so?

Productivity: Shitty. I've been trying to motivate myself to work on x13 some more, with little success.

Telecommuting: Not all it's cracked up to be. At least not for me.

Wish: Wouldn't it be nice if I could just crawl up into a warm little ball and sleep in the corner forever?

Wondering: Was I born into the wrong world? A different parallel universe?

Knowing: I need to get over this. Somehow. Some way.

Suicide: Not an option. If I could do it without causing profound harm to others, it might be. But not under current circumstances.

Again: Must get beyond this mindset. It gets me nowhere.

Anger: It comes out of nowhere. Fuck everything and everyone in this world. I hate it all.

Regret: I'm sorry to be spewing all this shit. I'm sorry it exists in my mind. I wish it didn't. I want it all to go away.

Drugs: Maybe now would be a good time for one of those nasty blue pills. Then again, maybe not.

Too many colons. I suck.

I wish I were the type of person who could just let dumb shit like this blow over without sending me into a tailspin. Easy come, easy go. But it doesn't work like that for me.

I can't sit in front of this computer any longer. It's not helping my sanity.

I know I'll get out of this, but it might take a little time.