I had to redeem my drunken depressed post.
My mood was a seven year old on a tire swing.
I suppose the equation goes,
Nervous + Frustrated = Depression
Because I was up so late I was a bit drowsy for my first day, but I am ready to shed positive light.
It seems like this job will be actually as dreamy as it sounds.
Everyone is so genuinely nice, and genuinely interesting.
Maybe it's because they're all like thirty years old and closer to my spirit age of sixty-two.
Also ego boost- I had two people tell me there was a huge stack of applications and I must be some kind of special to be chosen.
I AM SPECIAL.
I feel accomplished and proud because I always think I just get things out of luck, but maybe I really did deserve it.
look at that attempt at positivity!
I am really trying!
I made a sweet chocolate cake and I am back in the zone.
I will be tired enough to go to bed at a decent hour tonight- before my alter ego appears
I might even read again. Maybe I won't even be me anymore.
Maybe I'll just read so many books and shun 1 Girl 5 Gays.
Take it away Whoopie.
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