carnalascetic

Wow. I need to go grocery shopping. Mother Hubbard has nothing on me.

Work has just been highs and lows. Constantly. There doesn't seem to be any in-between. That, or it's just the way I'm taking everything. Which is probably the case. The job still feels very alien to me. Like I don't belong there; they aren't my people; that isn't my place. No complaints, mind you, it just feels foreign. Yet, like the saying goes, "No matter where you go, there you are."

I need my day off. I'm pining for it. Must hang with friends and normal "daylight people."