15-06.11.109 in Book Two: The Fifteenth Year of the Third Millennium of the Common Era

Haven’t written in this book for almost a week. My own semi-depressive state has really been taking its toll on me… and with Wife in her own near-constant depressive state; it has fallen to me to try to deal with it on my own. Which… hasn’t been going well. I mean… with my condition… if I don’t have a reason to get out of bed in the morning… I won’t. I’ve even been TRYING to get more human-based sleeping (instead of allowing myself to go to sleep at 4 or 5 am; I’ll take some sleeping pills to make sure I’m out by 1 or 2 am)… but even then… just… sleep. Because… what else is there? I could work out.... but the facility is Closed Until Futher Notice For Construction. I could swim… but the pool is packed to the brim with munchkins. I could jog… but when it isn’t 103 out there; it is raining lions and wolves (cats and dogs, but worse). I could try to work out in this small little apartment but that has traditionally been bad for everyone. So… no physical release. Crap. Mental? I’ve got reading and video games and I was pas the point of that about a month ago. I’ve given serious thought to picking up a Rosetta Stone for some complicated Asian Language just so I don’t let my mind go too much. But… yeah. Mind and body just… not in the game.

However, I did get a call yesterday from a lawfirm I don’t even remember applying to. Called back today. I got an interview on Monday @ 3 pm with just a “Calling back; when can you come in” conversation… but I don’t know what lawfirm or where the interview is. Plus the man I spoke with sounded about as enthused to be alive as I am right now… which isn’t a wonderful experience. Did some research through my various applications… turns out that it was the very last County Attorney position I applied to… the one that is literally on the other side of Iowa (almost a five hour drive). Suuuuuper. because the wife’s car is in the shop this weekend. So… we’ll need to work something out there! And… hand to god, I’m not even kidding, if I get there and this is a fucking courtesy interview… I’ll kill someone. I’m not going to do an 8 hour round trip for a courtesy interview again. Not without serious repercussions at least! So now I’m focusing on that potential with horror. The WHAT IF of driving from Omaha to Wappello on a pointless errand. This is where I am as a person. Willing to drive my ass out to a county with 12k people for the mere prospect of a job.