Rough stuff
Well here I am, at 4:30am penning a journal when I have to be at work in... about 4 hours. Perhaps illustrating why I am so incapable of anything except insomnia might ease my mind.
The worst part is the smell. It's like a cat pissed in a stale milk stain on the carpet weeks ago, and if I open a window my room sucks the smell under the door from my roomates room, where the smell originates. I've brought it up to him at least three times in a month, and he nods or gives some affirmative through the door that he'll do something about it. And maybe I can finally grow that prehensile tail I've always wanted.
The kitchen is also a disaster. I cleaned up after his shit 3 times and said I wasn't gonna do it anymore. It has continued to pile up for two weeks. And my landlady has to show the place off tomorrow to prospective buyers for August.
Had a bit of an awkward July 1st. Friend who was gonna scoop me and my armour up for a party decided he'd rather not after all... 10 minutes before he said he was gonna scoop me up. So $35 and a long cab ride later I get to the party. Well no one wants to fight anymore. I manage to coax one fighter to duke it out with me, and it was all well and good until some things were said and I spent the rest of the night trying to keep cool.
Work is flaying my nerves. Nearly got into a fight with a co-worker over his self-centered behavior regarding the rest of the folk he works with. Eda tells me I do not suffer fools lightly, I guess she's right. I have all the patience in the world until somebody dicks off, then I get grumpy.
Yeomen's is right around the corner. Yaaaay... I would be so prepared if I wasn't juggling this job, frequent trips to the bank, juggling fight practices, trying to find documentation for certain things, wresting rent out of my scum-bag roomate, finding a place to live, keeping my place to live habbitable, and generally just being a frayed knot of stress. I think this year is going to be harder than last. Most of the Sergents won't be there, my dear girl Marilee can't make it... and I have some reservations about my marksmanship. Oh well, better make good use of those practice rounds, and hope I dont break an arrow...
My heart is constantly beating like I just ran a marathon., I'm literally bleeding money hundreds of dollars at a time. I think I'd feel better about this if I knew where it was all going. If I was taking a class to learn a skill or saving up for some big trip but no... it's just living. I've been fighting for a solid year to live on my own, one crisis after another. I think I can feel my control beginning to crack.
The worst part is the smell. It's like a cat pissed in a stale milk stain on the carpet weeks ago, and if I open a window my room sucks the smell under the door from my roomates room, where the smell originates. I've brought it up to him at least three times in a month, and he nods or gives some affirmative through the door that he'll do something about it. And maybe I can finally grow that prehensile tail I've always wanted.
The kitchen is also a disaster. I cleaned up after his shit 3 times and said I wasn't gonna do it anymore. It has continued to pile up for two weeks. And my landlady has to show the place off tomorrow to prospective buyers for August.
Had a bit of an awkward July 1st. Friend who was gonna scoop me and my armour up for a party decided he'd rather not after all... 10 minutes before he said he was gonna scoop me up. So $35 and a long cab ride later I get to the party. Well no one wants to fight anymore. I manage to coax one fighter to duke it out with me, and it was all well and good until some things were said and I spent the rest of the night trying to keep cool.
Work is flaying my nerves. Nearly got into a fight with a co-worker over his self-centered behavior regarding the rest of the folk he works with. Eda tells me I do not suffer fools lightly, I guess she's right. I have all the patience in the world until somebody dicks off, then I get grumpy.
Yeomen's is right around the corner. Yaaaay... I would be so prepared if I wasn't juggling this job, frequent trips to the bank, juggling fight practices, trying to find documentation for certain things, wresting rent out of my scum-bag roomate, finding a place to live, keeping my place to live habbitable, and generally just being a frayed knot of stress. I think this year is going to be harder than last. Most of the Sergents won't be there, my dear girl Marilee can't make it... and I have some reservations about my marksmanship. Oh well, better make good use of those practice rounds, and hope I dont break an arrow...
My heart is constantly beating like I just ran a marathon., I'm literally bleeding money hundreds of dollars at a time. I think I'd feel better about this if I knew where it was all going. If I was taking a class to learn a skill or saving up for some big trip but no... it's just living. I've been fighting for a solid year to live on my own, one crisis after another. I think I can feel my control beginning to crack.