Hibernation
I’ve been asleep since a few minutes after my last post. Kinda hungry, but no appetite. The letter ‘I’ seems abhorrent for some reason, and I do and don’t want to take a bath.
My best friend is treating me to a Weird Al concert somewhere. I don’t know why, but it is awful nice of him and I can’t wait to go. If my incentive check arrives on time (it’s supposed to today), I’m spending part of it on a working camera so there’ll be snaps of it. Another plus of the camera, and the primary reason I’m buying one, is for setting up the Etsy shop. ‘Zah!
Another ex messaged me after I sent him a drunken (but good-natured) email, and it makes me feel awkward but better. I told him, basically, the gist of what “THE” ex said and the lesser ex confirmed that he’s a good person by agreeing that it was hilarious and awful at the same time. He’s one of the only people who shares my weird, kinda masochistic sense of humor and I’m just sad that he’s the type who doesn’t like to be friends after kinda-relationships. He was fun to hang out with and of course the sex was great.
Usually when I say I wish someone all the luck in the world I don’t really mean it, but with him I actually do. He’s confusing and makes a lot of childish mistakes, but he’s one of the few people out there who are genuinely good inside.
More job hunting today. I’ve called every library within reasonable commuting distance and they aren’t hiring, but I’m going to be meeting with the… general manager? Of one? Yeah. If that fails then I’ll just go back to working at that damned old hellish Dolla Store I failed so epically at. Fuck ‘em, anyhow.
