Morrissey says I'm too depressed.

I had a dream last night where Morrissey was desperately trying to cheer me up. Even though I explained I'm not a fan of his at all, he insisted upon singing old Smiths songs to me with new nonsense lyrics. It was very cute.

One of my sisters-in-law recently sent an e-mail to me, CCing it to my brothers, which I responded to in a mildly silly way. One of my brothers replied to me in apparent seriousness, letting me know that he believes me to be a complete idiot. Lovely. Seems we've gone from a family that used to joke together to a family that can't even have a civilized conversation, much less a fun one.

I discovered anew yesterday that I really do feel and think much better when I've taken some Ritalin. Too bad I can't afford more of the medication & must ration the stuff for job interviews & the like. Also too bad that I spent so much time yesterday concentrating on figuring out financial matters and never even noticed what the weather was like. People tell me it was a beautiful day.

Gah. I really need money. I don't suppose anyone reading this has heard of any leads for jobs I might be able to do since the last time I pleaded for job leads? Am tempted to say things like "If only I could work full-time," but those sorts of thoughts lead to "If only I were a healthy person," "If only I had a million dollars," and other useless fantasies.