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Nov 07, 2009 17:17

Bleh.

Just... bleh. Big bleh.

My feet hurt, I've got a shin splint, I want to cry, and I just feel miserable. Work's trying to break me with 8-hour days back to back, to see if I'm too much of a wimp to last beyond training. And I can't talk to Grandma. I've tried. She more-or-less says to suck it up and keep going. That I wanted this, so I better see this through.

Went to the pharmacy for insoles. Salvation Army bell-ringer there. Grandma walked right past; said it's too expensive to donate. (I slipped a dollar into the bucket. I grew up taught that even a dollar is enough to help someone. And helping someone is worth any price.)

Grandma is right of me on the spectrum. I can't discuss the news (they don't watch or read any of it.) I can't even SING. I was in a good mood after work, walking through the house, singing. And she told me to stop it.

No sympathy. No shoulder to cry on. No kiss goodnight. No goodbye hug on my way to work. No foot massage or someone to curl up on the couch with and watch TV.

I never realized how much my parents did for me until I came here.

brb gonna go mope, hikikomori mode go?, ffff, trip report

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