So this has been a pretty icky week. Nothing majorly awful or Pit-worthy, but I wanted to whine a bit.
I found out I’m losing my job (that I love) July 30th, way earlier than expected.
I need a place to live.
I just got into a huge fight with the first friend I made here in California. The friend that got me some of the most awful, scary things I’ve ever gone through. I don’t think it’s fixable.
I miss my home.
Know what I’m going to do? Have a bowl of ice cream. Cold comfort at it’s best. Anyone want to share?
Well, being lactose intolerant, I had a huge moment of indecision. I only get one bowl, do I go with the Phish Food, or Chunky Monkey? The dilemma was almost too much for my poor addled brain to handle.
Sorry to hear about your troubles, Rasa
I hope everything gets better before you have to resort to the dulce de leche haagen dazs, best of luck, karate-chop girl!
Thanks gang… I’m finding the roses where I can. One good thing happened today: I went out into the back yard, and didn’t get attacked by the Attack Hummingbird!
Note to Nen, if he’s reading this: I don’t give a flying fuck if hummingbirds don’t have hard beaks, YOU try sitting calmly when there’s a small bird flying about your head. Didn’t think so.
Oh, and I talked to a good friend for a long time today. That was another rose among the weeds.
Thanks Zenster. I’m a geek, I do geek work, we’re a dime a dozen out here in Sili Valley, as you know. I’m just really going to miss having a job I enjoy getting up and going to every day. Sure, maybe I’ll find another one that’s even better, but damnit, I want to keep this job!
Good thing I’m lactose intolerant, or I’d have gone through the whole carton of Chunky Monkey!