No life.
I don't even know how to describe what i feel.
Sad seems like such a shallow word. Definitely not happy. (Although right now rather contented because still swaddled in my thick blanket.) Later it will be another direction-less day. I think sleeping the day off would be more productive.
I miss my old job. I miss feeling the buzz of deadlines and missions and the triumph of completion, seeing your work being ready to meet the world.
I also miss him but... at this point i shouldn't. There's no point to it anyway.
There's really no better word for this than "jail".