I seem to have lost my sense of direction.

It's been exactly a month since I've landed on the planet of the unemployed.
Okay, make that semi-unemployed.

I can't remember the last time I've had anything written down. All that I knew, was that I've marooned myself on the island of the desolate in blogoworld, and that I've axed all (but Twitter) of my social networking accounts.

Oh, and my english sucks now.

So much have changed since. Right now, there is nothing for me to complain about.

No badgering deadlines.
No annoying coworkers.
No pre-uni anxiety.
There's pretty much nothing I can look forward to.

My life is stagnating. D:

I'm actually starting to get bothered by stuff that I didn't used to care about, and that I'm more prone to saying stupid things, and then regretting them almost immediately.

Whatever that's taken over me on the inside is slowly chewing it's way out. It's taking it's time... Nibbling at first, tasting the flesh, letting the flavour ease it's way through, and then taking bigger bites.
OH CRASS, JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF MY MIND!

/end rant

I've scored myself an interview for tomorrow.
I hope I don't screw up.