A Day In The Life - 24|08|16
Yo. Wednesday was actually pretty uninteresting, the weather was absolutely divine, but also too hot. Technically for the first eight hours of Wednesday I was at work, but considering I can't and won't really talk about that my day started at eight a.m.
Well, almost eight, I was rather excited to finish work. As much as I do enjoy my job, it is a job, it is not a career, it's there to pay the bills and to provide much needed finances for other things. I'm also a big believer in doing a shitty job until you can afford to follow your dreams.
My walk home is only about twenty minutes and isn't the most interesting, but I did want to take this chicken coop home and find some chickens. I DON'T EVEN HAVE A GARDEN. I never said I was logical.
Once home I did the usual, washing up, drink tea, dye my hair, take my medication. I have an appointment with my psychiatrist next Tuesday, if you don't know I am (was?) diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. I don't want to jinx things but there could be some exciting developments coming out of that appointment. Fingers crossed.
Wednesday is medication pick-up day. Patrick at Boots declined to have his photo taken, of which I pouted slightly before telling him I'd see him next week. The joys of only ever getting a weeks prescription at a time. On my way into town I obviously had to have an ice cream, a Magnum Peanut Butter thing, it was good.
I'd said that when I was in town I'd pop in to see Pickles, so I did that. She took lots of photos of me and I practically fell asleep on her sofa after climbing all over the scaffolding. She lives on the fourth floor and when out on the scaffolding in the burning sun I realised I have a very healthy respect for heights. I'm also very aware of my painfully terrible balance. After making half-hearted plans for Saturday, and subsequent hanging out opportunities I took the walk home.
With a paddle.
What I didn't bank on was having a wave hit my right in the bum and walking home feeling like I'd wet myself. My days might not always be very creative, but they are filled with a contentment.
The evening was spent in my pants watching documentaries of serial killers. I know how to live. I did receive an email from a local college too, asking if I could offer internships of a day to some students, it was gutting to say no. BUT. BUT it shows that slowly I am on the right track, that I am getting where I want to be, albeit slowly. Maybe next year?