I don,t know what has been going on, but I have been hurting myself really badly in my sleep lately. For a really long time, I would bite my tongue and cheeks in my sleep and that was terrible. Luckily, I stopped doing that about six months ago. Not luckily, that activity has recently been replaced with me hurting my back and/or neck in my sleep. I have no idea how I do it. I haven,t been sleeping in any unusual positions, but a few times in the past month, I have woken up in unyielding pain. I woke up this morning gasping for air because my neck hurt so badly. It still hurts. I,m going to die.
Going to job interviews reminds me of look for apartments. It,s so lonely and it is an overwhelming let down almost one hundred percent of the time. You look at pictures of dirty, empty rooms on the internet in neighborhoods where you don,t want to live and the rent is way too high and the walls are painted cinder blocks and the stove only has one burner. The light in the pictures is cold and bluish-green. You can see two dead spiders in the bathtub.
I am so glad that I live in a rad, clean box and work in a nice, clean box. I am satisfied with my boxes and I am thankful. I am thankful that I don,t have to wear pajamas and eat ham every day as part of a job. I,m thankful that I have running water that isn,t brown.
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