13,563 Days Alive
1,070 Days Straight on Duolingo
1 Very Difficult 5.5 Hour Shift
Okay, let me just start off by saying “FUCKING OWIE” a few times. No tune. Just kind of screaming into the sky like a werewolf at the moon.
Second: I got through my first day at work without crying even though I was basically one inch away from a panic attack the entire time.
My body is no longer young. It’s been six years since I worked in retail and I can feel it.
Also, yay me for reaching 1,070 days straight on Duolingo! I keep flipping back and forth between Spanish and Esperanto. I wanna correspond in Esperanto. But I don’t know with whom?
I talked to Ali today after work, which was nice. And with Papa Ben, Aaron, and of course J, Cleo, and Chelé.
I grabbed Bianco his favorite cookie (white macadamia nut) while at Subway grabbing myself a special treat lunch of a meaty-meat-meat sandwich with extra pickles, onions, jalapeños, and Baja Chipotle sauce. Mmm!
Okay. I’ve been awake, minus a twenty minute nap earlier, for going on eighteen hours. Imma go bed.
Take your meds, folks.
I’m sure as hell taking mine.
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