When you’re in a deep shit, all you need is good dose of positivity. Housemate is my rock at the moment. Clear headed, focus, no hocus pocus. Ze boss’ reaction is.. mixed. At least he said he’d help in any ways that he can. Kept saying, “Focus on what you can do, not on what you cannot do. Clarity comes after massive loads of shit, this is your big puddle of shit unfortunately.” And I was worried about el parento’s reaction, to my surprise they were very calm and supportive, so that’s a big relief.

Makin’ something out of thin air is hard, especially if it’s 1627.59 nautical miles away. Ggggrrr.. Blue strings much?

Got another work stint at the print shop, seriously, how many paper cut can you get in a day? Freck!

Anyway, in the middle of this big puddle of shit, let’s thank the universe, at least there’s one thing that’s working. Thank you for the good news. Thank you for even giving me the chance to do it. Thank you, thank you, thank you. There’s not enough thank you in the world for this.

Count your blessings, not your wrinkles! POWER THROUGH!


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