Little creatures

Not much progress today. I'm sitting down to write my resumes and applications for prospective jobs. But when I get started, after two minutes in I begin thinking to myself, "This isn't good enough. I'm not good enough."

My love was running late this morning, leaving for a 15-hour work day without saying good-bye. I stared at the door for a few minutes, like a pathetic dog. Is that what I've become?

Because I'd rather be a miniature pony. Who doesn't love ponies?

I try to find my actual me. I check the kitchen, I check the bedroom, I look down in the moldy basement, I even check outside on the porch. No sign of me. I try the mail box. Still no correspondence from myself.

Where did I go this time?