I don't write as often as I should. And I don't mean on blogger specifically, 'cause really, no one gives two shits about my blog or what I choose to write in it. (except for clemzypoo, but only because he likes to make fun of me for having one because it is so emo lololololz)
I've just noticed how I tend to live in my own head, without any release. Working 6days a week doesn't help, especially since most of my shifts consist of being alone for extended periods of time. I've been feeling hermit-ish. On the bright side, 4ever being at the videostore has its benefits, I have now watched 3 complete seasons of Beverly Hills 90210 the original series, and I have been promoted to assistant manager. (Which, not gonna lie, makes me feel a little like Dwight Schrute. heeeee)
I have also been extraordinarily depressed. Aside from being isolated and infini-working, I have been forced to give Ezra away, because I truly can't keep him over the summer as I plan to move to the east side of my country, away from veterinarians and ferret food supplies. Also, Joe's land lady is 110% no pets allowed. And to be perfectly honest, since I've started working my insano, never ending shifts, I have had a lot less time to spend with my darling love nugget. I bet he's bored as fuck right now, resenting me in tiny ferret-growls. He is officially leaving me for greener pastures on Saturday. I'm happy for him, but I am also suffering from premature separation anxiety.
But all this shall pass. I will drown my sorrows in retail-therapy and day dreams of interior decorating down in College Town, NB. For now I will attempt to nurse my headache with even more caffeine.
