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Just lumps and bumps in my life.
I am working at a bar again. Not Publik, but a bar down the street that is way busier. It's one of, if not THE busiest bar in Atlanta. I already was welcome to join the team four years ago. So now I'm glad that I finally took them up on it and everyone is actually excited that I am there to work. I am working with two people I worked with at Einsteins (where I loved to work but it wasn't enough money in the long run). The money potential there is great. I can get my savings back up. Get my car fixed finally...
Other things:
Daddy has stage 4 lung cancer. I haven't been able to type that out aside from talking to friends. He is taking it well. He is getting some alternative treatment at one of the best hospitals in the country, though. Hoping for the best.
Jorge is doing better. He is just acting old now. He is 12 though...but still. My Jorge :(
Things are getting a little challenging relationship wise. Not bad. Just challenging. J doesn't always talk to me about what he is going through, which is really straining us because I keep thinking it is something I am doing and it just isn't. But he can't seem to open up fully to me and it is getting on my nerves.
I might be going to a writing conference in New Orleans in November. Four members of my writing group, who are ALL fucking amazing, placed in a contest which allows them to go to the conference and they want me to come. (Okay. Four placed...there are eight of us...I wish I applied too because we are all really up there. I feel like I'm not even as good as them but they are the ones critiquing and raving about my work so...maybe it's not all in my head...?)
I'm writing personal essays again. They're kind of depressing and funny but that's what my life is about lately. Why try to hide it? I'm fucking depressed everybody. My life is sad. My family is suffering. I'm still holding it together. I haven't fallen apart. Yet.
I am working at a bar again. Not Publik, but a bar down the street that is way busier. It's one of, if not THE busiest bar in Atlanta. I already was welcome to join the team four years ago. So now I'm glad that I finally took them up on it and everyone is actually excited that I am there to work. I am working with two people I worked with at Einsteins (where I loved to work but it wasn't enough money in the long run). The money potential there is great. I can get my savings back up. Get my car fixed finally...
Other things:
Daddy has stage 4 lung cancer. I haven't been able to type that out aside from talking to friends. He is taking it well. He is getting some alternative treatment at one of the best hospitals in the country, though. Hoping for the best.
Jorge is doing better. He is just acting old now. He is 12 though...but still. My Jorge :(
Things are getting a little challenging relationship wise. Not bad. Just challenging. J doesn't always talk to me about what he is going through, which is really straining us because I keep thinking it is something I am doing and it just isn't. But he can't seem to open up fully to me and it is getting on my nerves.
I might be going to a writing conference in New Orleans in November. Four members of my writing group, who are ALL fucking amazing, placed in a contest which allows them to go to the conference and they want me to come. (Okay. Four placed...there are eight of us...I wish I applied too because we are all really up there. I feel like I'm not even as good as them but they are the ones critiquing and raving about my work so...maybe it's not all in my head...?)
I'm writing personal essays again. They're kind of depressing and funny but that's what my life is about lately. Why try to hide it? I'm fucking depressed everybody. My life is sad. My family is suffering. I'm still holding it together. I haven't fallen apart. Yet.