packin'

No not "that" kind of packing.. I'm talking actually putting crap into boxes for a move. *sigh*
It's coming along. Slow but sure. I was going to give the rest of my deposit/first month's rent to the new roomie but she wasn't at work when she said she would be so, we'll meet tomorrow and she says she'll have the key for me. Good thing I didn't go over there today 'cuz she had forgotten the key, eh.
So I'll just most likely be dragging all my crap over there and stuffing it all into a corner until I get the energy to go buy some kind of armoir ... there are no closets in the bedrooms. (?)
I figure I'll either find a cheap armoir at Home Depot or Walmart (gag) or I'll get one of those long wheeled plastic tupperware things that fit under the bed and lay my shirts and such under there. I have a leather jacket or two that I need to hang up but I can hang those on the WALL sort of like ART, lol, along with my rugby jerseys.
I'm so tired, what else is new. Went to a different meeting last night with my sponsor, the one called 3 Legacies. It was good to go to a different meeting.
I think that damn fryer at work has caused some acne on my face near my damn lips, ugh, it is like I'm back to being fifteen again, who NEEDS that?
Actually I had acne all through my twenties and into my thirties and just got rid of it a decade ago and it takes a damn fryer to bring it back.
Bought some safety shoes from Walmart. (gag again)... and wore them to work. Well they are great and I don't slip around BUT... food gets up in the tread, and grease, until it starts coming out of the tread like play-doh from a play-doh press. It's weird. I'll look down and see little bits of food laying around, from my shoes. I have to take them off and scrub the tread from time to time.
Its almost as though it doesn't matter what I do, at my job, there is no 'normalcy' and no 'safety'.
I can't wear the safety shoes in my car, they are so slick on the brake pedals ... lol, I decided to leave the shoes at work and change into/out of them.
The pants I've been wearing that I patched up are not going to last much longer so I have to find a pair that will last.
I'm guessing that a trip to K-mart (Walmart as a last resort) is in order. Ugh I hate going there. You'd think that with all the people that shop there, the money they rake in, they could have a few more people at the check-out checking people out. But apparently this is not the case nor will it be ever.
I have grapes... I'm happy about having some grapes. Brought home a crap load of pork chops and brisket: they stopped my food stamps.
I'm so tired and there is one vertabrae in the middle of my spine that is aching and feels all kinds of wrong. I wish I had someone to manipulate it for me but the problem is soon as they were done with that they'd manipulate me in some other way, such as... feeling guilty or doing something I don't want to do.
I really wish I'd told my ex to fuck off the very first time she came at me with that head trip shit.
I wish I'd been able to identify her as batshit crazy.
Oh hey, I have a letter from my mom so i'm going to go answer it via email.