Still around
Well, Springfield's still here. I'm still here. Brad isn't moved out yet, so I still don't really have a space. Just my stacks of stuff and a mattress in the den. It's not bad... but it doesn't leave me well grounded, some days. I don't really have a place to escape to. It makes it hard some days.
Work's... been kinda rough, really. Some days it's going great. Some days I'm getting chewed out for not doing things I did do. It's... imbalanced. I've considered looking for something else. But there's still that final line in the sand there.
"You have to work for Burger King until you meet her."
I could choose to ignore that. I could. But it would slow it down. I had a reading to see how it would go for me personally if I did something else. I guess I would find myself and things would be well, except that things would start to fall apart for it. It seems an odd combination - happy with myself, miserable with my life. So I guess, for now, I'm stuck. I still haven't the slightest idea what else I would do, anyway, right?
Last night was weird. There were several people who looked at me and seemed to see more than just... well, it was like they could almost See in some way. It was odd. Some people just reacted strangely, giving me that "Is that really there" look.
One guy in particular was also really, really drunk, and maybe not taking something he was supposed to. Or taking it and drinking anyway. He was bright and orange, and larger than himself, and he could catch glimpses of things not physical, but he didn't seem to understand what he saw. He could glean things, but he wasn't entirely accurate. Then again, he couldn't remember where he was, needed me to order for him, and was arguing with his phone. And I do mean with his phone. It wasn't on speakerphone. He wasn't wearing a headset or an earpiece. He was just arguing with the phone. He didn't like its choices for dinner, I guess. It was an odd experience in general with him.
The rest of the people who seemed to be almost Seeing seemed far more normal, though. I'm really not certain what to make of it at all.
In other news, Alicia and I have a kitten now. Like, month old. He tends to alternate between being super cuddly and super playful. We're also currently babysitting her parents' cat, Isaac. Isaac was pretty upset about there being a ball of fluff running around, but I guess hearing Who Wants to Live Forever got him to decide he doesn't have to hiss at the kitten every time it pops up. They actually spent a fair bit playing with each other just now. About darn time.
Well. Time to get goin, I guess. Need to get ready for work.
Going to Grenville tomorrow to meet up with Prozehn. Should be good times.
So tired, though. Never seems to be time to recharge.
Work's... been kinda rough, really. Some days it's going great. Some days I'm getting chewed out for not doing things I did do. It's... imbalanced. I've considered looking for something else. But there's still that final line in the sand there.
"You have to work for Burger King until you meet her."
I could choose to ignore that. I could. But it would slow it down. I had a reading to see how it would go for me personally if I did something else. I guess I would find myself and things would be well, except that things would start to fall apart for it. It seems an odd combination - happy with myself, miserable with my life. So I guess, for now, I'm stuck. I still haven't the slightest idea what else I would do, anyway, right?
Last night was weird. There were several people who looked at me and seemed to see more than just... well, it was like they could almost See in some way. It was odd. Some people just reacted strangely, giving me that "Is that really there" look.
One guy in particular was also really, really drunk, and maybe not taking something he was supposed to. Or taking it and drinking anyway. He was bright and orange, and larger than himself, and he could catch glimpses of things not physical, but he didn't seem to understand what he saw. He could glean things, but he wasn't entirely accurate. Then again, he couldn't remember where he was, needed me to order for him, and was arguing with his phone. And I do mean with his phone. It wasn't on speakerphone. He wasn't wearing a headset or an earpiece. He was just arguing with the phone. He didn't like its choices for dinner, I guess. It was an odd experience in general with him.
The rest of the people who seemed to be almost Seeing seemed far more normal, though. I'm really not certain what to make of it at all.
In other news, Alicia and I have a kitten now. Like, month old. He tends to alternate between being super cuddly and super playful. We're also currently babysitting her parents' cat, Isaac. Isaac was pretty upset about there being a ball of fluff running around, but I guess hearing Who Wants to Live Forever got him to decide he doesn't have to hiss at the kitten every time it pops up. They actually spent a fair bit playing with each other just now. About darn time.
Well. Time to get goin, I guess. Need to get ready for work.
Going to Grenville tomorrow to meet up with Prozehn. Should be good times.
So tired, though. Never seems to be time to recharge.