  I know I've been writing less in here. Consider it a good sign, though - I've less to whine and moan and complain about. No word on either Disabilities Fund or the morons who staff the Student Loan office. We got fifty bucks worth of groceries on the good graces of my mom (who got older yesterday), and I finally heard back from the bakery. Evidently, I was not their first choice, considering I came off as a complete and utter moron. God.
What's 4 times 12? 24, says Robyn-the-Genius. Anyways, they are offering me temporary, part-time work. About 9-12 hours a week, for the next six mondays. Can't complain about that. A little money, not too stressful, and I want to work there.
Or, leastwise, I did until the dude called me from the bakery today. It's the contrary thing again. I felt like I was a putz that he was just stringing along. He waited too long to phone me back, and now he's dangling just a wee tidbit of work for me. Stupid, really, I don't even want to work any more; (for the time being, not be all home-y forever) I feel guilty for not working, but I can also recognize that I'm feeling better. I can drive a bit, I can handle crowds a bit more, and I've not wanted to slice myself, or take a heroic doseage of over-the-counter flu remedies in about a month.
Kurt's done well in stifling my guilt about staying at home, and being a bum, and I think that's helped a lot. There's still the bills, though, and the feeling like everybody's on the stage, and I'm the only person sitting in the audience. But, there is the undeniable fact that the need to die is waning. Flipped stupid sleep schedule over again, tracing back to the Night of the Floppy Rob. Arggh. It's bound to get corrected with the oncoming early mondays, at least, I hope so, because the pain of pulling in 8-12 on little or no sleep is a painful thought, and hey, even more painful to do.
Minako has lent us the first season of "24". Never saw it before two nights ago; heard for a long time now that it's quality tv. (If that's not a contradiction in terms. ) Kurt and I watched five hours of it. It's awesome. I'd take the time to think up asthetically pleasing ways to describe the show, but my eyes are getting bleary, and I seem to be reading the same sentance over and over again when I'm proofreading what I just wrote.
So, bye bye for you. 
