I had another job interview that ended in rejection a few days ago and I've been wallowing in self-pity since. It's not attractive, but hopefully admitting it publicly on the internet will give me a kick in the ass to start doing real things again. My wallowing has taken the form of extreme avoidance of everything productive.
Go for a run? Nah, I'll just sit on the couch and eat chocolate.
Do more more job applications? Nah, I'll just look through all the patterns for semi-circular lace shawls on Ravelry for the 50th time - just to see if there's anything new since I last looked.
Cook dinner? Mmmm instant noodles. I'll pretend they are healthy by adding some frozen peas.
Fill out some bullshit tax forms for the US government that somehow apply to me even though I've never lived or had any income in the US? Hmmm, I'd rather bake some cookies.
Work on my lace cardigan neck-shaping? Knit heels on my stripey toe-up socks? Ugh, no... I'll just jump on the bandwagon.
Yes, I've started knitting hexipuffs. Wheee!