Just realized I left out the important part, sorry...

I took on a job, the job of finding my next job. Woke up at 6/7 and got to work, took a short lunch then back again full tilt.

Sure, I wasn't perfect, no one is, and life keeps happening and we have to deal with that. But, you know, dead fucking serious 9-5 M-F. After that I could have feelings.