Random Ramblings Are Random

So, I'm taking yet another writing course. I hope to finally get my book finished this time around, but it is not coming easily. Not that it ever does. But I am that much closer to being finished! So there's that. I have also finally started clearing out crap from my bedroom. I do need to get some bags of stuff to the dump. Or at least to the garbage bin here at work. It will happen. Somehow. I do have a friend who has offered to help me get stuff out of my place, between garbage and Value Village runs. Thankfully. It will save me the cost of a rental car or truck. Although, I'm still tempted to rent a vehicle anyway. Almost a month ago I decided to get my nails done again. Just a little something to help perk me up a bit. It sort of helped. I got a fill done on them yesterday and changed the polish colour too. I go to a place where I can just walk in, rather than make an appointment. This is because I never know when I'll feel up to leaving my hidey hole on my days off...

So, on January 23rd my dad passed away. I'm laying in bed and I get a chat call request from my cousin in Ontario. Normally, we text back and forth, so for her to need to call me I knew something was up. Sure enough. Now, I hadn't spoken to my sister in a couple of years. Not since things went completely to shit when my mother's ashes were taken to the High Farm and spread there alongside Opa, Oma, and Uncle Peter. Anyhow, the first thing I do when I get off the call with my cousin is text my sister. My cousin had said that my sister was not ready for phone calls, so I figured a text would not go astray to at least let her know that despite all the shit, that I was still there for her. She told me that it was okay to call her. In that one phone call alone we managed to bury a lot of the past hurt and anger that was between us. And I promised her that as soon as my credit card showed up that I'd be on the first plane I could book. That call was on a Thursday, my credit c...

Today I woke up with more energy than I have in entirely too long. So, I decided to take advantage of it for a change. Slowly, my room had become a disaster area. No, this isn't unusual for me, but it had been getting worse than usual. I didn't even have a clear path from my door to my bed like I had normally kept. My mind was being its dysfunctional self but on a higher degree. I was dealing with food poisoning earlier this week, which was no fun. I woke up feeling like a bag of ass on Tuesday, but figured if I caught a bit more sleep that I'd be okay for work. Especially because I was not on a cash shift. The person on cash that day was still fairly new and I figured I'd use the day to show her the basics of how to do a promo period change and put away the stock order. Yeah, that didn't really happen...I was too damn sick. It was bad enough that when I walked in my boss took one look at me and said I looked like death. I felt pretty close to it, for that matter. H...