well, I definitely just replied to a job posting for an admin assistant to a private investigator.
weird and restless and maybe surfacing from the worst of the last several days’ blinding exhaustion
kind of want to write fic
in other news, I’m me again.
delete the people that make you feel bad about yourself from your life, unfollow them, delete their numbers, erase their texts, find happier people, pet a dog, watch a silly movie, forget about them, you’re better off
another day of getting up early for social services appointments and standing in line in ugly rooms where everything is grey and dull yellow and particleboard and florescent lights but the person handling my case was actually kind and human, and was pretty much the first person in this whole process to treat me like a human (and to not act like he hated and resented even having his job). his name was Mr Francis and I hope nice things happen to him a lot.
now I get to sleep and sleep and I just have a couple more appointments to finalise my case and maybe eventually I will figure out if I’m on track for Medicaid or not I don’t know I’m so tired and I’ve been tired for months now
both of my parents phoned me separately today
now I’m just worried and anxious about how much I’m worrying them
Poveglia is for sale...
I had no idea what you were talking about (wHAT’s for sale, it’s an ISLAND why would I buy an island when I need help buying GROCERIES) until I discovered Poveglia is the self-proclaimed Most Haunted Island In The World and like, maybe I should receive a grant to buy it and set up a ghost preserve (like a wildlife preserve, but the camping’s weirder). call me, world governments.