Fck your pride and the lies it inspires.
i feel pretty good today, which is really weird.
i found just enough money in my room to take the bus to and from work.
i have an hour break at 330 which i will spend with my homie across the street. i love hanging out with michael, but i miiight love his dog and cat more?? Balthazar (the cat) is ferocious and he is like me in that he doesnt appreciate you trying to cuddle him, you have to wait for him to walk on you and then cuddle the shit out of him.
the second part of my work day is till 7 pm and i will close the house alone. this is officially my last day and the last time i will close the house. i love this place - the piano, the air conditioning, the greek literature in the library that has never been read except by me…
i just feel really really good and i dont feel like this a lot and in actuality i think i feel just normal but there is no wretched, misplaced sadness today and its making me want to climb the walls and run a marathon and talk for an hour or five.