hummingwolf | Feel free to ignore me.

The stupid thing is that I keep mixing up in my mind both trivial and non-trivial problems that are upsetting me and I'm having some difficulty determining which is which. I'm fairly certain that the fact that my lip is bleeding is trivial (though swallowing the blood is not helping my nausea any) and that the things keeping me from getting a job are non-trivial. Yet I'm having nearly as much angst over the color of my hair (too much premature grey for my tastes, thank you) as I am over the fact that that job interview was called off.

In better news, there are plans for someone to buy me some decent shoes tomorrow. I loathe shoe shopping, but I do need dress shoes if I want to work at someplace less casual than the place I was scheduled to visit today. I only hope that we'll be able to find shoes to fit my long, skinny, flat feet. Even the podiatrist I used to go to had to comment every time he saw me that I must have problems finding shoes I can walk in, and you'd think he'd have been used to seeing odd feet.

Yuck. I'm hungry. I'm nauseated. My blood does not taste good. I wonder if I'll be able to keep anything else down...