Another week in the can.
I mean, I survived it with two patellar dislocations, both of the same knee, one of which I wasn't even awake for the start of...
I just have to keep going. Things are getting better. Things are getting better. Things are--
-Pfff noise-
You know, after a while this starts to feel almost delusional. I mean, a few things have gotten better in the last couple of weeks--there is a big thing going on that I can't discuss right off because I KNOW when I do that, I end up jinxing it. So I'm not going to voice too much of it right off. If I don't jinx it, things will be a lot, lot, lot better.
The boss is still an asshole, but...whoo boy. I didn't mention earlier this week that I told him the fuck off. He changed a protocol and acted like things had always been that way when he decided to screech (yes, screech...he has...a voice) at me about it when I told him I was just following orders. I'm fuckin' done with that dude, man...just done.