Another Weekend, another weakened.

DIARY

As you know, I called in sick on Friday.
This weekend wasn't really defined, but it all blended together. I slept for odd increments of time, typed in Jessica's room, and we read Dragonlance together, whether the sun was up or down.
It created a sort of surreal timelessness. I can't decide whether it's felt like a long time or a short.
All I know if I have to go to work in six hours, and I'm more than a little discouraged.

Perhaps I will start looking for a better job again tomorrow.
Perhaps I will find something downtown, or at the university.
I don't know. Perhaps.

~ Connor