So you end up watching chances fade and wondering what's real
So.
Life.
Umm.
Well. I'll start with the simple.
At work our morale is lower than that of the American forces during the Revolutionary War in January.
But apparently they're trying to boost it with "super happy fun time."
Which is where once a week or something we'd go get paid to do community service, or we'd go to the IMAX or on the swan boats or something.
I think it's really just a ploy because we get stuff done efficiently and they have nothing for us to do.
But whatevs.
We might get to plan birthday parties for poor kids.
That's so cute.
I want to do it.
I always wanted a birthday party, a real one.
With a theme and goody bags and all.
But we never did because we live in poor people housing and there's no place or money for a real party.
There's lots of bitching and frustration on the part of the staff.
About management and a few select staffers.
People are so fucking incompetent.
My septum is doing well enough.
I need to go find a shorter retainer.
It'll be so cute when I get a shorter retainer.
Hmm, what else is simple?
I'm staying in MA this weekend instead of going to Saratoga for Journey's birthday.
I'm relieved, I think.
But, reasons for not going are complicated and are about more than one person.
So... yeah.
They will be addressed in a different entry.
So the beach this weekend should be fantastic.
And since I'm not paying for train fare or anything I'm buying myself more pot.
Since there will be no one to care about or entertain for the next little while, I might as well spend it relaxing.
Although when I have hard things to think about pot usually makes it worse because I think more.
I'll comfort food it up.
No one to look good for anyway.
I don't even know.
My mind is so foggy.
Everything's foggy.
Life.
Umm.
Well. I'll start with the simple.
At work our morale is lower than that of the American forces during the Revolutionary War in January.
But apparently they're trying to boost it with "super happy fun time."
Which is where once a week or something we'd go get paid to do community service, or we'd go to the IMAX or on the swan boats or something.
I think it's really just a ploy because we get stuff done efficiently and they have nothing for us to do.
But whatevs.
We might get to plan birthday parties for poor kids.
That's so cute.
I want to do it.
I always wanted a birthday party, a real one.
With a theme and goody bags and all.
But we never did because we live in poor people housing and there's no place or money for a real party.
There's lots of bitching and frustration on the part of the staff.
About management and a few select staffers.
People are so fucking incompetent.
My septum is doing well enough.
I need to go find a shorter retainer.
It'll be so cute when I get a shorter retainer.
Hmm, what else is simple?
I'm staying in MA this weekend instead of going to Saratoga for Journey's birthday.
I'm relieved, I think.
But, reasons for not going are complicated and are about more than one person.
So... yeah.
They will be addressed in a different entry.
So the beach this weekend should be fantastic.
And since I'm not paying for train fare or anything I'm buying myself more pot.
Since there will be no one to care about or entertain for the next little while, I might as well spend it relaxing.
Although when I have hard things to think about pot usually makes it worse because I think more.
I'll comfort food it up.
No one to look good for anyway.
I don't even know.
My mind is so foggy.
Everything's foggy.