I took a part time job at an upscale pizza joint in a ritzy neighboring city. It went okay, didn’t embarrass myself, feel like I interacted with my coworkers well, none of them suspect a thing.
MUAHAHAHA
I feel like, just normal most of the time I guess? My normal is what most people would probably call depressed, but this is, I do assure you, quite an improvement.
VA has finally stopped fuckering and authorized me to go to school on their voc rehab program. It took months to fuck with all the paperwork and bureaucracy (fuck spelling that word btw) but I’ll be starting with just a two low-level classes in the fall to ease myself into it.
Stuck writing my own poetry for spoken word night, I can’t quite seem to make all the words fit together in any way that is satisfying to me. I fear I may be quite bad at this.