The walls come tumbling down

Sometimes I feel I'm on tenterhooks, mentally. It had all been going swimmingly the last couple of days. I was hanging out with M, a job in the music dept had come up and C came out with us for a drink. 

Today, I feel like none of that "on a roll" stuff happened. I got round to talking to who I needed to for the music job and found out it's a monkey entry level thing with hardly any creative input. WHACK. There goes that bubble.

Haven't talked to M in a couple of days either. I never know how a friendship is supposed to evolve. There's the "I talk to you cuz I have to" thing with co-workers, but as you spend loads of time with them, it's natural to become more than co-workers... isn't it? I can never tell. Sometimes, all they're looking for is someone to talk to on the way home. I dunno.

So, I sit here on a Friday night, exhausted and pretty much back at lonely square one.