Doing okay, but in a daze. I keep finding myself just staring at stuff. I’m now at the point where I need to do things, like things with my hands, but can’t concentrate yet to write, nor do I feel like I’d be safe to work at SRL. It’s okay; I have my machine assignment and everyone knows I’ll be in the shop with a vengeance next week.
Seeing friends last night was necessary; shots were bought, a few tears were spilled, asses were grabbed. All good.
And this blog needs more sex. Don’t you think?
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