I’m sorry, yesterday I lied when I said I had lost my job.

No, I’m only kidding, I really did lose my job.

The only thing I seem to be able to do is relive my meeting with the HR woman, thinking of things I should have said and imagining how the outcome could have been different.

I’ve also been reading Neal Stephenson’s classic, Snow Crash, which usually makes me feel better. But today I’ll read about half a page and realize I have no recollection of what happened in those paragraphs, because I’m going through that meeting with my stupid HR woman again.

I haven’t called my sister to tell her about this, because I know exactly what she’ll say, and I don’t want to hear it.

Richard called once — from his cel phone, not the work phone — during the day, but I let it ring through, although about half the time I wish I wouldn’t have, because part of me wants to know what they’re saying about me at work. I guess the part of me that doesn’t want to know wins for now.

I haven’t said a single word to another person today, although I’ve done plenty of talking. Haven’t gone outside, either. I don’t plan to do anything different tomorrow.

Isolation score: Let’s just assume it’s at a really high number until further notice