Breathing Room

Got the word late last week that the 14th would not be my layoff date, and that the contract had been extended to Nov. 18th. So that's the new layoff date. It comes down to getting a few more paychecks and putting up with some really asinine sh*t for a little longer, that's all.
Since finishing up with all that overtime last week, higher brain activities have pretty much ceased. I've got a giant case of the "don't wanna"s and the apartment is a major wreck. There are friends I haven't returned emails and phone calls to, and I think the cats are a little afraid of me right now. Shouldn't I be a little cheered up from getting the contract extension?