You twinkle above us, we twinkle below.
It's funny.
I scribbled four, five pages worth of bitchfest in my paper journal yesterday morning in a fit of pique. I whined about work, paranoia about what people at my jobs think of me, money, my health (which hasn't been great lately), and demanded to know why the universe decided to dump on me over the past couple weeks.
And then I went to work.
We had a fantastic day at the bookstore. We blew our day's budget out of the water. I got to close with one of my favourite co-workers, and we were in surprisingly good moods by the end despite being exhausted thanks to the overwhelming rush in the last two hours of our shift.
Work = AWESOME.
This co-worker then drove me home.
We talked about one of the girls at the bookstore that's very good at being cold and passive-aggressive to all the staff. This led into a discussion of what the perceptions of each staff member were. We were very candid, and nothing negative came up associated with me.
Paranoia = ASSUAGED.
When I got home, there was a letter from my old University waiting.
I opened it, and there was a check. Apparently, there was money outstanding on my account. Since I'm no longer attending, they figured I didn't need that outstanding money to pay them tuition, so they refunded me a pretty decent sum.
Money = PRESENT.
Since it was late, I crashed for the night.
Now lately, I haven't been sleeping well. I've been nauseous, having difficulty keeping food down, and wake up at ridiculous hours of the night/morning all twitchy and shaky. Last night, I was out right away and got myself a solid eight hours. This morning, the nausea is still there, but distinctly lessened.
Health = APPARENTLY IMPROVING.
Just when you reach your rope's end, and you start to suspect that maybe God's not listening (whether to prove a point to you, to teach you something, or for His own ineffable reasons), He ends up proving you wrong and you end up really damn surprised in a very pleasant way.
How freaking cool is that?
In an unrelated tangent, have an awesome Russian Nike ad with some BAMF dancers that makes me miss ballet more than a little bit.
I scribbled four, five pages worth of bitchfest in my paper journal yesterday morning in a fit of pique. I whined about work, paranoia about what people at my jobs think of me, money, my health (which hasn't been great lately), and demanded to know why the universe decided to dump on me over the past couple weeks.
And then I went to work.
We had a fantastic day at the bookstore. We blew our day's budget out of the water. I got to close with one of my favourite co-workers, and we were in surprisingly good moods by the end despite being exhausted thanks to the overwhelming rush in the last two hours of our shift.
Work = AWESOME.
This co-worker then drove me home.
We talked about one of the girls at the bookstore that's very good at being cold and passive-aggressive to all the staff. This led into a discussion of what the perceptions of each staff member were. We were very candid, and nothing negative came up associated with me.
Paranoia = ASSUAGED.
When I got home, there was a letter from my old University waiting.
I opened it, and there was a check. Apparently, there was money outstanding on my account. Since I'm no longer attending, they figured I didn't need that outstanding money to pay them tuition, so they refunded me a pretty decent sum.
Money = PRESENT.
Since it was late, I crashed for the night.
Now lately, I haven't been sleeping well. I've been nauseous, having difficulty keeping food down, and wake up at ridiculous hours of the night/morning all twitchy and shaky. Last night, I was out right away and got myself a solid eight hours. This morning, the nausea is still there, but distinctly lessened.
Health = APPARENTLY IMPROVING.
Just when you reach your rope's end, and you start to suspect that maybe God's not listening (whether to prove a point to you, to teach you something, or for His own ineffable reasons), He ends up proving you wrong and you end up really damn surprised in a very pleasant way.
How freaking cool is that?
In an unrelated tangent, have an awesome Russian Nike ad with some BAMF dancers that makes me miss ballet more than a little bit.
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