Looking back on a day of mixed feelings
Woke this morning after 3.5 hours of sleep, a little groggy. Ate, called Lissa and headed off to work. She brightened my day of course, but by the time I got to work, I wasn't just groggy, I was feeling pretty fucked up. Nearly threw up in the bathroom after I got off the phone with her (nearly throwing up is even less pleasant then acually doing it - after all, it doesn't matter if it goes back where it came from, after you've tasted it in your throat... you don't want it there either - and don't you love my graphic asides?). Spent fully the next two hours wanting to go home and sleep. Wish I drank the night before so at least the sickness today would have had a tangible cause.
But, I rode it out - a trick I learned from having sugar problems - one can work off almost anything really, until one can't. I suppose if I'd passed out I'd have drawn the line there and gone home. I have passed out from sugar attacks... but not at work - yet. I think my body understands that isn't really an affordable option.
Recieved a wonderfully uplifting voicemail from Lissa about an hour after she left it on my phone - part of why I'm writing this now - asking how I was and just being wonderful all around. If I'd been sad I would have been fine after that. As it was... she's just amazing.
Walked home, stopped to grab a couple bottles of Power-Aid (horray for the 2 for $2 sale!) for work tomorrow and the next day - one less thing I'll have to do tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn. As of now, I still have $12 from the money I left myself for this week. You know things are evening out when I can finish the week with money I left back just to spend. funny thing is, I never end up spending it unless Megan wants to go clubbing or to dinner on Thursday. But all that comes down to is that I won't have any reason to touch the $60 saved back for Cali. Plus whatever I save this week... paltry now, I know, but it adds up. It has to. Next week will be easier, I won't have to put $100 down on rent and pay my phone bill at the same time too. Mos' likely I'll just have to pay the phone bill. Hopefully I'll catch up on that soon.
Had my Delayed Entry Program meeting today at the Navy office. I'm still used to the California office, which had multiple recruiters who all had as many recruits as this one recruiter has just here... which would be alright, if he didn't also have every recruit in Jackson as well. It's just odd, because I'm used to the ceremony - things like requesting permission to come aboard. Technically a tradition limited to Naval Ships, it's a recruit thing they divised to get us used to the process. Now I don't have to do it, and it feels odd not to.
Didn't go to guitar practice, and didn't really want to. Fuck Keith, and piss on the whole mess - any one who can make me want to pass a chance to play guitar for any reason is a douche of the highest order. I'm sick of Church - I never needed Church to communicate with God anyway. :<
Well... Gah. I'm boring. Maybe later I'll write a poem or something interesting.
But, I rode it out - a trick I learned from having sugar problems - one can work off almost anything really, until one can't. I suppose if I'd passed out I'd have drawn the line there and gone home. I have passed out from sugar attacks... but not at work - yet. I think my body understands that isn't really an affordable option.
Recieved a wonderfully uplifting voicemail from Lissa about an hour after she left it on my phone - part of why I'm writing this now - asking how I was and just being wonderful all around. If I'd been sad I would have been fine after that. As it was... she's just amazing.
Walked home, stopped to grab a couple bottles of Power-Aid (horray for the 2 for $2 sale!) for work tomorrow and the next day - one less thing I'll have to do tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn. As of now, I still have $12 from the money I left myself for this week. You know things are evening out when I can finish the week with money I left back just to spend. funny thing is, I never end up spending it unless Megan wants to go clubbing or to dinner on Thursday. But all that comes down to is that I won't have any reason to touch the $60 saved back for Cali. Plus whatever I save this week... paltry now, I know, but it adds up. It has to. Next week will be easier, I won't have to put $100 down on rent and pay my phone bill at the same time too. Mos' likely I'll just have to pay the phone bill. Hopefully I'll catch up on that soon.
Had my Delayed Entry Program meeting today at the Navy office. I'm still used to the California office, which had multiple recruiters who all had as many recruits as this one recruiter has just here... which would be alright, if he didn't also have every recruit in Jackson as well. It's just odd, because I'm used to the ceremony - things like requesting permission to come aboard. Technically a tradition limited to Naval Ships, it's a recruit thing they divised to get us used to the process. Now I don't have to do it, and it feels odd not to.
Didn't go to guitar practice, and didn't really want to. Fuck Keith, and piss on the whole mess - any one who can make me want to pass a chance to play guitar for any reason is a douche of the highest order. I'm sick of Church - I never needed Church to communicate with God anyway. :<
Well... Gah. I'm boring. Maybe later I'll write a poem or something interesting.