Well, I didn't do much this weekend. I did get to the library Saturday, and had lunch and a visit with my Dad on Sunday. Didn't do much on finances or job searching, really. I still have trouble identifying a point to doing things. It's like I've given away my life, and now all I have is time.

Wow, that sounds worse than it feels. Or maybe I (the part of me that's writing) don't feel things very well. The best thing I can think of to do is to keep pushing myself to do more. Maybe gradually I'll get used to it. Not doing things for myself has become a habit.