I wallowed in self-pity over my soon-to-be unemployed status for most of this afternoon, until I got bored. It seems that I can only take so much of my own self-pity before it annoys and bores me. That's good, right?
So I don't have a job, and I'm unemployed... I've still got a paycheck and a good life. Besides, I didn't love the company I no longer work for, so not being employed by them shouldn't be that big of a deal. it's time to move on.
I'm feeling less tired, too, and more like doing something. I think I might actually be healing from the surgery, finally. The incision looks good and there isn't too much swelling around it. If I stretch my neck too much, things feel weird and I start having trouble breathing. Weird, huh? I'll talk to the surgeon about it when I see him in a couple of weeks.
Now that I'm feeling more human and all, I think it's just about time to sew again! I've still got that dress - the one I started before my trip - to sew up, and I've got some other great fabrics that I want to make into great outfits. Or just plain things to wear, anyways; they don't have to be great. Either way, it's time to start doing something other than just sitting around.