So I never did go see Tori...
But instead I went to see my sister, so it was all good. I had a pretty enjoyable week off. Kinda lost my job because of it. But I really can't say as I give a crap... The only part that has me all worked up is actually my dad. He hasn't gotten off my ass about it. He's convincing me that it's the end of the world. I'm largely calm about it. Unless he starts talking about this that and the other thing. I even told him to drop it and let me go about getting a job myself, and that all he was doing was making my anxiety grow. When I get anxious, I freeze up. Wonderful. If I wasn't living there I'd probably not only be totally fine, but already have a job lined up. His getting on my ass about how difficult it will be to find a job, and what about unemployment, and this and that and the other thing...its really starting to piss me off.
I need to get out of there.
I need to get out of there.