So I've officially moved into the new apartment, and I'm officially working at the ARC now. I'm still adjusting to it all, it's a hell of a change. Yes, granted, the apartment is a whopping two blocks from the old one, and granted, the new job is the same basic line of work as the old, but that doesn't for one second stop it from being a hell of ( Read more... )

I am now 23, and I cannot sleep because I just took Benadril. Weird, right? The box says it makes you sleepy. And I can't lie, I feel exhausted. But yet sleep eludes me ( Read more... )

So, since recently the woman I took care of was put in a home...I feel at a bit of a loss. I've found myself right in the middle of two gigantic projects. Moving out, and getting a new job. It's caused me to feel a bit...out of it. 'm really nervous about the whole financial aspect, obviously. Thoughts keep flitting across my brain ( Read more... )

So, I've gotten way too fond of sleeping next to him at night to stop doing it. One thing I forgot to mention about said new apartment is that it's a two bedroom, and we're moving in together. When I re-read the last entry I made, I couldn't believe I'd forgotten that integral little detail. And yes I know, since we're gonna sleep in the same ( Read more... )

My landlord...is either an asshole, or an idiot. And I'm pretty sure it's a subtle mixture from both columns. TWO nights ago, I happened to notice a smudge on the center pane of glass in my kitchen door. I started scraping at the smudge with my fingernail, and my hand SHOT THROUGH the glass. I cut my palm, and I was very, very angry. To see ( Read more... )

I picked up a book a few months ago, simply entitled "Ghosts". It was a leather bound book I found on sale in Borders, and inside the cover it said "Read at night, during a thunder storm." or something of that nature. So I thought "Sweet, this is gonna be spooky ( Read more... )

I fell asleep on the couch Thursday night. I woke up at around 4am, and shot up, wondering where Ed was. I thought maybe he'd gone to bed and left me to sleep on the couch. He wasn't in there, and so I checked all the other rooms. He wasn't there. I was half asleep and I started to get frantic, so I stuck my head outside to see if he'd gone ( Read more... )

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So, I'm done. I'm done listening to the catty, inane banter at my workplace. Now, to clarify, this does not mean that I've quit. I'm just done listening to it. It's essentially her family versus a few choice care takers. But it's a very complex infrastructure of problems, quarrels, allies that change every week, and sometimes it's a hierarchy ( Read more... )

It's a strange thing to realize. When suddenly it dawns on you that the root of all your emotional discomfort is fear. Being afraid of one thing breeds fears you didn't even know you had. And then THOSE fears seem to mate with each other too, and birth all sorts of strange little babies ( Read more... )