I still have nothing to complain about. Well, there is the gas bill that went up by $30 that I'm inwardly freaking out about, but shit. Not much I can do about it. There is the various things coming up that I'll need to find money to pay for, but fuck it. Just going to have to play it by ear.
I just can't bring myself to care anymore. I think the Paxil has finally started doing its duty.
I reapplied for pharmacy technician work at Walgreens. I hope they call me for something. ANYTHING. I'll even do regular cashier duties.
I'm sitting here watching my dog chew on a circular rawhide that one of his adoring fans gave him. He's being a major twunt about it, so I'm eventually going to have to take it away. Unless he tries to bite me. He's being that kind of special bitch tonight.
I'm in my underwear. I can't really put a shirt on over this burn on my stomach. How did I manage that? I spilled boiling hot meat juice (huh huh) and grease on it when I was trying to transfer that crap to a bowl. I sort of missed and received a second degree burn. It's all ugly and gross and raw now. I'm pretty fucking special like that.
I miss my friends. Talking online is fun, but driving them nuts in person is even better.
Ack. Another short post. Oh well. It'll do for the night.
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