14,178 Days Alive
$19.98 for 3.75 Lbs of Grapes!!!
4 of 354 Squares Made on Mac’s Mega Blanket
3 Bowls of Ground Beef Bulgogi Served For Dinner
1 Mild Headache
Well. I’ve hit my one year anniversary at my job as of last week. I’m hoping my annual review comes with a raise, no matter how insufficient it may be in comparison to the cost of living.
I went grocery shopping today at the store I used to work at. It was… shocking how much the price of produce has risen. Grapes were over five dollars for a pound! I grabbed a big bag of them, not looking at the price, and had sticker shock when I rang them up at self-checkout.
Which, tangentially, please know I loathe self-checkout but used it because I was in the phone with Uncle Gator and didn’t want to be rude to a cashier by being on my phone during checkout.
Anyway. How the hell am I? Not great.
I’m still hovering at 282 pounds. I’m still struggling to sleep, struggling to wake up, struggling to positively exist.
Mentally, I think I need a meds adjustment. And a new therapist. My former one dropped me because of my asexuality. Because my “refusal to treat libido problems” was a deal breaker for her. Which I personally think is fucking stupid and told her as such. Whether or not my asexual nature is trauma-born or just how I was made, it’s something I am okay with. I have no desire, pun completely intended, to raise my libido at this time. Especially not with medication.
So, on the hunt I go for another therapist! Damn it.
Speaking of hunting, I’m still half-assed looking for a place with less… trials than my current employer. I’m just… well, I’m unhappy and that’s the most important thing to note. I’ve joined a few more job-hunting sites, so maybe I’ll get a bite there.
I think I am going to go write.
Take your meds, folks.
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