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Muse

I work today at the group home, and of course I’m having some anxiety over because of the whole up and quitting thing. The reasons that no one ever told the supervisor anything is 1. nothing would be done, and 2. fear or repercussions. If the latter happens, I’ll just leave again. It’s not something I want to do, but I’m not going to be bullied. I’ve had enough of that bullshit.

Wow. Cannot type. The backspace key is my friend right now. But I just got up not too long ago. Not enough coffee yet.

Last night I tried to do something with my hair. It did not turn out well. The styling product I used was sticky and gross. Felt like I poured molasses over my head. I asked P if we can go to get my hair… shaped? trimmed? Something this week. I can’t stand the way it looks and if I don’t do something to it it will be shaved off. Then I’ll be the old lady living in the woods with the shaved head instead of the long grey hair.

They really did a number on me the other night trying to get an IV started. My hand is still swollen even though I’ve put heat on it and both my arms are all bruised up. I must have been pretty dehydrated because I’m usually an easy stick. If anyone doubts that I was in the hospital, I’ll just show them the bruises and holes in my body.

I just left a note regarding my place being cluttered. I just don’t have room for things down here. I need shelves, but the place where I would put them is where the long table is where I’m currently keeping most of the stuff that goes in the kitchen. That table also hides all the stuff I have stored underneath it. Maybe I’ll get those ugly plastic storage things with the drawers that pull out and stack them on the table. It’s better than nothing. I also have a bookcase that I need to straighten out. It’s just a mess. And I still need to clean out my closet upstairs. I started to do it, but then P’s hours changed at work and I just went “meh” and let it go.

Ugh I gotta get out of this bathrobe into real clothes. I’m uncomfortable.

See ya.