I have no idea what happened last night, I was so tired it’s all just a blur. I basically shut down when I walked in the front door.
These days are rolling into each other.
Sometimes I think I don’t work, but when at work I feel like I’ve never left.
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
Madame Zeroni is a bad bitch she’ll fuck your shit up
First day that I was on the floor at my new job. Was rather intimidating with all the big machinery and chances to screw up, which I did…
Went home that night and attended an art show with my parents. One of the pieces was a series of photos of nude transgender individuals. It was rather emotional, with my parents keeping quiet for the most part. Mom had a lot of questions.
Not all to much to say about it. Hung out with my dad all day and went to Shelby’s mom’s choir concert that night. Not much relaxing this weekend.
Mother’s Day. Coffee and Doughnuts. Hiking. Pizza.
Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Overtime.
Oh shit. There’s laundry to be dried.
That was the most informative thing I have ever been told by a duck
And I have been told a lot of things by ducks.
Start on the floor tomorrow morning, a little nervous. These safety videos and presentations have some gnarly stuff in ‘em. I would really like to have all my fingers at the end of this job.
First therapy session today, just a little chat about myself, some about my parents and how they’re dealing with this. Not too bad, nothing too in depth. My worry is that my job is going to be working me for serious overtime. I don’t want to miss a session because of this…
I’m so damn tired I can hardly type. Goodnight.