Misuse of the Word "Bat"
Days Without
Overeating: 1
Caffeine: 1
Alcohol: 23
Marijuana: 11
It's only 11 PM, and I'm tired. Yay! And I didn't overeat. Double yay! I got a lot accomplished today. My room is now officially clean. All I need to do is use the Swiffer Wet-Jet on the hardwood floors. I had a sudden burst of energy because I didn't eat a bunch of junk food. Imagine that!
Tomorrow, I'm going to see my therapist for a final meeting. A "closure", she said. I hope she doesn't try to break me down. I don't need that to begin an otherwise eventful day. After the meeting, I have a secon interview for DT. Oh dear god. I really hope I don't have to resort to that piece-of-shit retail position. I'd much rather work at a call center for $12+/hour. But I won't get a call center position if I don't apply.
Which means I shall apply tomorrow! I will do it rather than contstantly think about it. I shan't overthink things anymore. I need to grab life by the balls and get things done so I don't have to be around a mother who constantly downplays my achievements and harrangues me about little things.
I do crave her praise, but I know I'm not going to get it as long as she stresses herself out. When she works a lot of overtime, she likes to take out the stress on me. I'd be way better off if I didn't live here. I need to get a job, pay off my debt ($5,000 and climbing), and MOVE. If my boy isn't ready for me to move back in with him by the time I'm ready, then I'll find a roommate. Apparently, T's sister's family will be looking for a roommate soon. They have a two-year-old son, they don't smoke or drink, they can cook, and they pick up after themselves. Sounds like a good alternative option.
My brain's telling me to go to sleep, so that's what I shall do...
Overeating: 1
Caffeine: 1
Alcohol: 23
Marijuana: 11
It's only 11 PM, and I'm tired. Yay! And I didn't overeat. Double yay! I got a lot accomplished today. My room is now officially clean. All I need to do is use the Swiffer Wet-Jet on the hardwood floors. I had a sudden burst of energy because I didn't eat a bunch of junk food. Imagine that!
Tomorrow, I'm going to see my therapist for a final meeting. A "closure", she said. I hope she doesn't try to break me down. I don't need that to begin an otherwise eventful day. After the meeting, I have a secon interview for DT. Oh dear god. I really hope I don't have to resort to that piece-of-shit retail position. I'd much rather work at a call center for $12+/hour. But I won't get a call center position if I don't apply.
Which means I shall apply tomorrow! I will do it rather than contstantly think about it. I shan't overthink things anymore. I need to grab life by the balls and get things done so I don't have to be around a mother who constantly downplays my achievements and harrangues me about little things.
I do crave her praise, but I know I'm not going to get it as long as she stresses herself out. When she works a lot of overtime, she likes to take out the stress on me. I'd be way better off if I didn't live here. I need to get a job, pay off my debt ($5,000 and climbing), and MOVE. If my boy isn't ready for me to move back in with him by the time I'm ready, then I'll find a roommate. Apparently, T's sister's family will be looking for a roommate soon. They have a two-year-old son, they don't smoke or drink, they can cook, and they pick up after themselves. Sounds like a good alternative option.
My brain's telling me to go to sleep, so that's what I shall do...