onemorepanic

I think i'm getting sick. Or have been sick. Not much one for being able to breathe these days. Any minute now my millionth attempt to quit smoking.
Just in time for all the fun.

Tommorrow I start my new job as a coffee slave, cuz free coffee, will in fact, save us all. Take the wallet out of the habit, and hopefully get sick of the shit. Can't seem to do much without it. Plodding along in caffeinated bliss.

In a few weeks, I'll being selling fake dicks again (it's what i'm good at?), and around that time i'll be going back to school. Phone calls to old managers and a few credits away from moving onto to a greater house of education.

Aside from the sickness, everything is well. The aboveness approachin', a misses I couldn't be geigher for, and a perspective on things with the continual mental health in mind.

I sat on my ass for two months and lost momentum and now i'm pushing the car back out into the street. Throw caution to the wind.
One day find out where this will all take me.