It's coming back on, has been by degrees all day, ever since I got the call that I got the job I applied for. I start on Saturday. I should be happy -- I really need the money, for one thing, and it'll get me out of the house, and it's in a really pretty village not far from where I live. I keep trying to remind myself that it's the depression talking, but right now I just feel useless and like a liar and completely unqualified, and they're going to see that and it's going to be awful.