Autumn again. Depression's slowly, meticulously crawling in to stay.
Feeling sick, tired, and sick and tired of being poor.
Lost an interview today, but that's not what makes me depressed. It's knowing that I do have a lot of experience in my job, but right now there's no demand for it. And where there is, it's poorly paid.  If only one day I could be paid decently for what I'm good at. Which is keeping one's company running.  What is one's worth, and which is one's market value?
... don't answer that.
Too tired to read, or watch movies. Too tired even to browse the net. Nothing 'does it' for me, not even twitter. And alcohol is not an option - been there, done that, it numbed me for the moment but the morning after only made everything worse.
It's gonna be a long, cold autumn... and a colder winter.
Hello darkness my old friend...
... but are you my friend? Were you ever?