unemployment

the job hunt is depressing.
or rather,
having no money is depressing.
my living conditions are slowly deteriorating:
as i run out of things, i can no longer replace them...
no more hair conditioner, that's a luxury
no more soy cheese, just plain taties for me
running out of cooking oil
have begun to pick herbs from public parks and other people's gardens
may soon resort to table and dumpster diving for food
or sneaking into hostels for the 'community food' that past guests have left behind

will report again soon.