"It's brilliant, being depressed; you can behave as badly as you like. " -- Nick Hornby

Because of what seemed like a perfect storm of insomnia, hot/humid weather, and way too much coffee I got about two or three hours of sleep last night. I'm pretty much running on coffee right now. I got going at around nine in the morning by just throwing on the cleanest clothes I could find and slapping some deodorant on and heading out the door (yes, I know it's gross but I'm an unemployed bachelor cut me some slack).
I made a few phone calls to the temp agencies I've interviewed with.  I then just slacked off for the rest of the day. I ended up going to Barnes & Noble just for their air conditioner. I flipped through the pages of a book about music for a while and then just browsed the isles. I ended up buying a novel on clearance for $7 (I know, I'm unemployed, I should be saving all my money. Well, fuck that I need some entertainment to save my sanity)
While at BN I ran into Chelsea. It was nice to see her and catch up. Of course, as I always do with members of the fairer gender, there were awkward pauses sprinkled in with the conversation, I talked too much, and generally acted like a big dope. I really wish I had at least made an effort to  look  nice today, instead I ran into her looking like a slob (and a sweaty slob at that) especially since Chelsea looked good today (or maybe I'm just a little biased)
Right before I ran into Chels, I got a call from one of the temp agencies basically offering a version of my old job again (to explain, my father advised I not put Demmer on my resume because the reasons that I was fired don't look good, not the best advise but not horrible either but I did it anyways). The lady at the temp agency told me the job started today. I had to turn her down, I used my school schedule as an excuse.
Unfortunately, this is the third or fourth time an agency offered me that job (not the same agency each time however). In the field I'm trying to find work in the only place in town doing any real hiring (other than union contracts) is Demmer. Needless to say, this is unbelievably frustrating to me.
I went home and tried to take a nap but was too pissed off at my misfortune of being offer a job I'd been fired from before more then once. I called my dad to talk me down. He told me to come down to the shop for a change a scenery to calm me down. So, I worked the shop for a couple of hours.
And now, I'm at my favorite coffee shop drinking my fourth cup of coffee (iced because of the heat), listening to Regina Spektor, feeling very sleepy, frustrated with life, and just plain depressed.
So, that's  been my day, hope yours has been better.

Mark

P.S. Sorry for all the parenthesis, but that's just the way my mind works, you know?
P.P.S I was going to make this a "friends only" blog entry but decided against it at the last minute.