So, I totally intended to write a long post about everything that’s been going on and whatnot, blahblahblah, but my battery in my car has died (I could kill the person who wired the non-stock radio directly to the damned power system, so it NEVER TURNS OFF), I found out today that I didn’t get a job I wanted and was really qualified for, and my stepmother has decided, for some reason, that she has no interest in even being friendly to me whatsoever these past few days.
Also, that who “divorce” thing is on my mind a lot, and there are moments when I feel physical pain when I think about it. They’re mostly related to how stupid I feel about things that I am not at liberty to discuss here, but that I will say that I know they’re not my fault, I know there’s nothing I could have done to predict this in the beginning, blahblahblah. Etc.
On the good end of things, I have a job interview for a preschool next week (no, seriously, I would be working with toddlers all day, every day), I have a doctor’s appointment that same day to talk about my blood pressure and panic attacks (the former being that I woke up early this week with a BP of 120/105, and that shit is just NOT RIGHT, and it’s continued to be fucked up), and I will be discussing next steps with my lawyer at the beginning of the next week.
I was supposed to go to the house I’d shared with Wasband and pick up stuff this weekend, but the dead car battery has kind of put a damper on those plans. I NEED to go, but I may just have to put it off until after the weekend…like, once I purchase a new battery and figure out how to disconnect the stupid radio without killing something else electrical in my car.
So that’s cool. Nothing like someone ruining your plans without you ever seeing or talking to them (he chose the car…that’s the last time I defer to a guy I’m in a relationship with when it comes to vehicles).
In other news, I have more socks than I know what do with, I’m living in my dad’s attic, and I spend my nights watching episodes of Daria and House that I procured in a TOTALLY LEGAL way *cough*.
Oh! And going up and down the stairs approximately 12 times per day has done something good, because I can cross my legs like a woman now. I was having to resort to being all butch ‘n’ shit for a while, because my legs had gotten so fat. AND I carried my 5-year-old sleeping nephew down the stairs this evening without fearing for either of our lives.
That’s all I have time for. Fokker out.