So, This is What Going Mad Feels Like
Well, I have been back at my parents' house for four days now. Already I have had to sit through each dinner right next to the telly as they watch Bill O'Reilly and faux news, been marooned to BFE with nothing around for miles, no Instant Watch (nooooo! :D) my mom was trying to tell me only in the last year has gas been insanely high and my dad somehow linked Obama to Stalin and told me Obama is trying to become a dictator and make people "disappear."
Yeah...So, that's what I'm dealing with.
IDK, man, I hope this isn't permanent. A part of me is making to-dos and telling myself to bide my time, save money and write as much as possible. I need to start on CreateSpace anyway. I need to make phone calls and change addresses, clean my new room and try and find a job. However, right now all of my shit is in boxes, I'm on my crappy old laptop (away from my desktop that has all my important shit on it) and am now only surrounded by neo-conservatives. So yeah, only four days and I feel sad already.
Fuck.
Yeah...So, that's what I'm dealing with.
IDK, man, I hope this isn't permanent. A part of me is making to-dos and telling myself to bide my time, save money and write as much as possible. I need to start on CreateSpace anyway. I need to make phone calls and change addresses, clean my new room and try and find a job. However, right now all of my shit is in boxes, I'm on my crappy old laptop (away from my desktop that has all my important shit on it) and am now only surrounded by neo-conservatives. So yeah, only four days and I feel sad already.
Fuck.