10 08 pm pdt   [ a bad day ]

Today was plain and simply a bad day. Doyle and I got scolded for being to social, mostly with each other. I haven't been at this job long enough to have this many problems. I am startlingly aware of how spoiled I was by all of my previous jobs. I had problems with the professor I was TA-ing for, but other than that I have always been really good friends with my employers and clients.

The bottom line is that I know I am depressed, but being so in touch with my feelings doesn't give me the power to alter them. I would really like to be able to sleep better. I need eight hours or I get grouchy.

My dad is out of town in Israel until Sunday, and Matthew comes down on Friday for a four-day weekend. My sister will be visiting the weekend after that... Keeping busy should be good for me.

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