I woke up today and I didn’t feel sad. The weather was shitty, and I had to go to work. But I didn’t mind it so much. One thing went right that if it had gone wrong, might have fucked the entire day up, so that might have been the reason. I am “on call” for lunch on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, so I never know until about 9:30 in the morning if I am going to have to go in at 11:45 and work lunch. If I had had to work lunch this morning, and then work dinner, I would have probably been in a fucked up place by the end of the day.
I had switched my sleep schedule around because Wife is working overnight at the bakery for Thanksgiving and all. But anyway, that didn’t end up fucking me in the ass like it could have.
But I don’t think that was the reason I didn’t feel sad, like I normally do. I don’t know what it was.
I wrote another Daily Post response but I think I got banned from that shit or something. My fellow daily post-er Chas at The Rad Blog is also having trouble. I think it might have something to do with profanity or some shit, I have no idea. Fuck em. You should check out his blog if you like mine. He rambles a lot, too, and keeps it interesting.
So my visibility just got kicked in the dick and I guess the only way to keep getting views is to keep writing more content. Maybe those bastards really didn’t like my posts, or thought they weren’t following the prompt closely enough. I was going to say they should have at least emailed me or something, but it’s possible they did because I don’t check my Gordon Flanders account, so I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.
I’m actually pretty sleepy. Probably because I took a shower and got under my comforter.
Yeah but that walking around not feeling depressed was weird. I was thinking of setting goals and shit. And where I wanted to be next year, as if I’d still be alive. And I was thinking I was going to stop looking at my stats all the time.
Alright yo well I just started this story yesterday and I got like 1700 words in so I’m going to go for another 1700 and pass the fuck out so I can work a twelve hour day tomorrow.