Adjustments
- I was dating Bekki
- I lived on Langarth St.
- I worked at Windermere
- I was dating Bekki
- I lived on Langarth St.
- I worked at Windermere
I'm still having a lot of problem adjusting to being home, and back to working full time. I went from working twice a week, to having a whole week off, to working seven days in a row. It's a shock to the system, and the nature of the shifts - the timing, 11 to 7, means that I don't get lunch, I don't get dinner, and it leaves me with no time to do anything in the morning, and no time to do anything at night, and I'm miserable, just completely miserable.
There are a few specific things I want to cover in this entry, since I haven't written one in a few days, I'm getting quite behind and it'll be harder and harder to remember or bring myself to write as time moves on, so I'm going to sit down and try to force some writing out. As I've mentioned time and time again, over and over again, I've been having such a hard time writing lately; such a hard time getting it out of my thick skull and giant noggin, nothing seems to come out when I turn on the tap. There is so much built up inside me, I'm quite certain it's driving me insane. Everything bottled up inside, wanting to come out but having no way to travel... ugh, it's difficult to deal with. Clouds my mind... everything gets in the way and I can't really grasp on to one single thing... I kinda just get a handfull of stuff that all comes out at once and makes no sense...which obviously can cause some problems (for example the first draft of this damn entry)... well, without further delay...