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Yay! I'm posting! Why? Because I'm bored! Yay! Couple of friends came over last night, helped put plastic on some of the windows. Well, I didn't do much. I never noticed before how much air came through the window by my art supplies until now. That fuckin' plastic is moving like crazy. Maybe I have ghosts. Nifty. I'm working until 9 tonight, meaning that I'm working with the kids. They're really 16-18 year olds, but they sure as hell act like a bunch of kids. Hopefully tonight will be better than most. If not, I'm sure I'll find a nice, healthy way to deal. Like chopping their motherfucking heads off. Yeah, that'd be nice. Naw, I'll probably just pop a pill, smoke a cigarette and try my best to ignore the chaos around me. Speaking of chaos around me, my apartment is a huge fucking mess. I've just put the last load of laundry into the dryer, so that's dealt with, but I still have piles of papers and books lying around. Soda pop cans and chips bags and that's just the start. If I don't start getting my act toghether soon it's gonna look like some bum lives here. Sucks that I only have tuesdays off now too. I use that day to go to appointments and to clean the rabbit cages. I go to the dump and the grocery store and then I'm ready to call it quits. I'm afraid to ask my boss for saturdays off to even though she told me to tell her if I couldn't do 6 days a week. I need the hours more than anything, but I need some time for myself too. My therapist thinks I should switch jobs. Aren't I the one whose supposed to be crazy? A more animal related job, she says. She wants me to get my old job back. I personally don't see that happening. Technically, once I get my insurance through Medicaid I can work whatever job I want. As long as it keeps money coming in. I swear to god, it's like that window has a mind of it's own. I'm gonna need to slap some more tape on it. Well, off to work. Byes!