Another Day of Unemployment

Another day of unemployment and not writing poetry, or anything else. Made a meeting this morning, did volunteer work and went to the pool. Slept too, which is what I feel like doing now. God, this is hard. I was hired by the local school district as a substitute aid, but they haven't needed me yet. I despair of them calling me. I am continuing to search for work. I paid 4 bills today, and now I am out of money again. It goes so fast. My oldest friend ordered me to start writing, but I don't feel motivated at all. Even if I began writing it would take me lots of time to start to make money at it. My mind feels full of anxiety which makes it hard to write. Those creative jices are dammed up right now. I feel useless and am trying to stave off the self pity, which I have enough for everyone and myself left over, usually. Trying to keep my chin up is getting old though.