All the books in "dragon/paranormal romance" on Amazon are about shirtless white humans with tribal tattoos that can shift into dragons and it's very likely that they fact they can turn into dragon is just an exotic point and not a thing that would ever actually be used during sex.
I got a bicycle pump for Captain Karkat (since my last pump got stolen).
(I can't decide on a name!)
(Crap now I want to paint my bike red and paint the quadrants on it goddamn but I can't arggggghhhh)
Also I live really close to a proper bicycle shop which is nice. I'm going to get some gloves, lights, and get her set up proper once I get the scratch together.
Also, after working for exactly a week, I've been written up. I basically on probation because I'm rude. I'm not master of social interaction, and I often don't realize how my tone affects people. So I have to be more aware of that if I want to keep this job.
To be honest it's getting hard for me to care. I don't mean I'm going tell them off and storm out or take a giant shit on the prep table on my next closing shift. I don't mean I'm not going to try to stop pissing everyone off.
I just mean I don't care if I keep this job or not. Because I can probably get another one after this. Or if I can't, my father will probably take me back in, and I can get a job in Gig Harbor and focus on paying off my student loans. It's part apathy and part experience. I don't have much confidence about anything, but if there's anything I know how to do, it's get shitty jobs. Maybe my real cutie mark is baseball cap and a polo shirt.
It's getting harder to care about things. It's also getting harder for me to eat. That last thing is weird for me. Normally stress and depression makes me eat a lot. Anything I eat has to be super salty or sugary for it to even be barely edible. I got a jar of my favorite pickles today, and they just tasted like shit. Healthy food tastes like shit. Junk food tastes like shit. I'm still forcing myself to eat because I know if I don't I won't have energy to work and everything will just get worse.
Right now I am waiting for my laundry to finish so that I can throw in the dryer and properly go to directly to bed.
I am very tired. I spent this early morning scrambling to get the black pants and safety shoes I needed for work from the mall and then bike to my work, only to realize that the street I was supposed to turn onto did not seem to exist. I called a taxi in a panic, only to find that I was going to the wrong Subway. The owner told me "512 S Tacoma Way", which I took to be an address. They meant it was the store by the 512 Transit Center. I don't know why the owner gave me a reference point with zero context instead of an address, but I guess I'm not allowed to be angry at them.
What I mean to say is that I was a half-hour late, my work forgave me, I forgave them.
I'm being trained as an opener tomorrow, which means I have to be there at 6:45 am sharp. Giddyup, Captain Rainbow.
I'm taking the bus down to Portland tomorrow.
Also I'm supposed to call my new boss tomorrow so she can get me set up with a schedule. Yeah, uh, I got the job offer from the Puyallup Subway job interview. The thing is they have stores down in Tacoma, so they are setting me up at one of their Lakewood stores. So that's a thing.
Also I got a new bike and I guess I'll call it Captain Rainbow Karkat Sansa Dash or something on par with that level of "creativity".
Also I am going to a low-income therapy place soonish, which is good.