Here comes the rain again

 

Hey reader. Sitting outside for therapy. I mean, it's like 30 minutes til my therapy session. Yey. 

Already saw the psych who prescribes stuff. I'm numb so the medication is working. Not suicidal. So the medication is working. I'm just here. Lump of flesh. 

It's ok though. Works going well. Things are getting better. I don't know what the future will bring but I am hopeful it will be ok. 

I don't really want to go to therapy. I know I need to but I also need to pee and get out of this town. I'm like 20 minutes or more from the house and I just wanna go back and go do laundry and make dinner and take a shower and not think. 

Not thinking is nice. 

Work went well but weird. Some customer said my boss and I argue like a married couple. Ehhh

We banter. Because the derp won't start talking til I'm half a store away. Bah. So I walk back and tell him to repeat and then so on. Also I asked him for a hand and he came out of the break room clapping. Meanie face. 

There's a Russian named Sergei who comes in and I am making it my duty to make him talk more. He has a deep accent- it's pleasing. Makes my shift less awful. 

Hico isn't the place I thought I would end up staying in. But I'm ok. Things are ok. 

S