So, the job is going well. Tuesday and Wednesday, I walked probably a combined total of 14 or so miles. Way more than my pitiful body is used to, but nothing I can’t handle. Today I had class to learn how to read the actual meter, which is more complicated than I realized, but still not rocket science.

Got some new Red Wings, haven’t worn them yet. Giving the blisters a chance to heal before I give my feets new blisters.

Need to go to Verizon tomorrow and get my sweet new discount for being employed where I am.

Not sure what to do this weekend. Chill with someone(s), certainly.

That’s all I got really

“You don’t get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done! All the boys and all the bars and all the obvious daddy issues, who cares? I was done. You left me. You chose Addison. I’m all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don’t get to call me a whore.”

I woke up this morning
With this feeling inside me that I can’t explain.
Like a weight that I’ve carried been carried away
but I know something is coming.
I don’t know what it is but I know it’s amazing – you save me
My time is coming – I’ll find my way
From the longest drown

And it feels like today, I know
It feels like today, I’m sure
It’s the one thing you’re wishing
The one thing I’m missing
…It feels like today

You treat life like a picture
But it’s not a moment that’s frozen in time, It’s not gonna wait till you make up your mind at all. But i know this storm is breaking…while the light at the light at the end of the tunnel is burning, releasing the pressure that’s your heartache.

Struggling between the facts and fiction
I’m alone
But I’m alive
Everyone around me is trying to make a statement
Then there’s me
I’m just trying to survive

The good news – I got the meter reader position.

There really is no bad news. I’ve noticed lately that I get a lot of momentary anger. Well, less anger, more frustration. Stupid things, like WoW. But I’m getting better at staying calm and letting them pass. Seeing how petty that shit is and moving past it.

I can finally see a future. Permanent jobs are helpful in that way. Less stress.

I’m learning to cope in more healthy ways. And even sleep sometimes.

well you never would’ve thought in the end
how amazing it feels just to live again
it’s a feeling that you can not miss
and it burns a hole through everyone that feels it