We went to get the rest of Donna’s stuff today, and surprise, surprise, the locks had been changed. So, we got a police escort, and all was right in the world again. As far as that goes, I suppose.

I’m in a funk. Or getting there. I can feel it coming on. I’m tired of working nights. I want a normal job, with decent pay and benefits. Is that too much to ask? And I want a place of my own. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to wait until I ifinish school to make that happen. I may have to just find “that job” and go ahead and jump in feet first. So what if I have to struggle, isn’t that what everyone has to do in the beginning? Maybe it will be good for us, me and N.

I don’t even know. I need a vacation. Not just from work - from life. I’m very blah, and I don’t want to write right now because I can feel that downward spiral quickly approaching, and I will overanalyze everything and get sucked into it.

Oh, and Dennis has some stuff coming up / pending that he has to take care of and I know that’s part of the reason I’m going to be depressed. Uggh. He’s the one person I talk to every single day, and pretty soon, that’s going to be taken away from me. For a little while.  One day is too long, though. I lean on him way too much, I guess.