Hmm...I just looked at an older post (from february) and realized that a lot has happened since then. I've gotten a new *much better* job. It doesn't devour my soul like White Drug did. Now I work at a small Barista (Coffee shop, pretzel maker, gifts, and crafts) called Crazy Woman Mercantile. It's hard sometimes...but my brain doesn't turn to mush like it used to *very often*. I don't want to think about work anymore tonight. Ta

[Listening to: Depeche Mode - Strangelove (Pain Mix) - (07:19)]