I have to clean up my resume for a recruiter that contacted me today. I'm not sure why this fills me with dread like my soul is spinning down the drain in my guts. Maybe it's because I gave less than zero fucks to my career for the last 2 or 3 years. Still, I'm qualified, and it pays a lot. I just have to bullshit my way through about all the short stints. I don't know...maybe it could all work out and life would be normal again. I find myself welling up about this lately: imaginary conversations with people saying, "you should have known me a few years ago...before I got sick and the depression almost killed me"