Ladies and gentlemen, the most boring blog post. I want to keep writing, and today: this is what I’ve got.
Yesterday, I worked from 11–5. My commute from way out in Brooklyn to back here in Lower Manhattan is kind of long, and I like to stop for a nice sandwich, so I got home around 6:45.
I ate my sandwich and laid down, the next thing you know, it was the morning.
I like that, just have something to fill my day, come home and fall asleep. Less thinking.
Today I had the day off and knew I had to do my laundry, and you know what? I did it. That’s it. Now I have clean clothes for work tomorrow.
Tomorrow is giving me a little bit of anxiety though. I am doing training at one of the Target stores I used to steal a lot of air duster from, for my inhalant addiction. I remember them getting hip to me going in and out one day last winter, locking the rest of the cans up, and chasing me out into the street where I got hit by a car.
It was well over a year ago, and I’m sure no one is going to remember me, especially considering that I don’t look like a zombie caveman. Of course, I have little hypothetical conversations in my head where I say, “Hey man, I don’t live like that anymore,” which seems like a sufficient rebuttal to something that will likely never come up. It’s not like these stores keep their employees for years in most cases.
If it does come up, I’ll be sure to have a blog post about it because I want to keep writing.
