13,609 Days Alive
2 Drafts of a Fictional Family Tree Made for my NaNovel
1 Hour-Plus Phone Call with Mellon
So! I’ve officially begun planning for NaNoWriMo 2022!!
The game plan is to be ridiculous and self-entertaining and if I happen to tell a good story in it, whoo and two hoos!
We had pizza for dinner this evening. I was toasted by the time I got home from work. I can’t believe I’m working eight days in a row without a day off. Woof!
But! Money is green and I need my meds. So. Work I shall!
I’m a little stressed out with how much work and that I don’t know the whole store by rote yet, but I am confident I will learn it.
I just really want to do a good job. I’m so glad this is a job where work stays at work. I don’t know if any of my coworkers would want to be friends with me, as there’s a significant age gap between some of us, but at least they’re friendly to me. And kind.
There’s this one long-time employee named Brenda. She brought in munchkin donuts for everyone this morning. Which was sweet and welcome since I forgot breakfast again.
Mentally, I’m a little foggy, I’ll be honest. I need to hydrate more/better. Need to get myself that damned water bottle I wanted off Amazon when I get paid.
Spock is currently curled up in one of my Jean pant legs. It’s adorable but impossible to get a photo without disturbing him.
Speaking of bothering people, I called Grandma Gator tonight just to make sure she was doing okay and to hear her voice. I’ll have to send her Spock pictures to cheer her up while she’s without power. She made it through Hurricane Ian with only some minor issues, so she said, which I am glad for.
I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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