13,546 Days Alive
Ran into a bunch of French tourists while I was waiting for a train. They watched me crochet, said I was “etrange”, which for some reason I know means strange? So, go me for knowing a random French word.
Anyway, I got to see my cousin today. It was a good visit. Longer than I planned it to be, but eh, I got home okay.
I was a little uneasy walking home from the train station in the dark, but nothing happened. I just don’t like walking alone after dark.
I am still striving for employment with a decent wage that doesn’t take more than a full hour on the train or some such. Another dozen applications today.
I’m struggling. I’m not okay mentally. I’m not doing too great financially. I have a five hundred dollar deductible for my car insurance that I have to pay to get Peggy fixed. I don’t know what I’m going to do.
I need a job. Tomorrow, I’m going to work an employment spell or something. I’ve also gotten a few ideas for edible spells! So. There’s that at least.
Anyway, I’m for bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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