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That makes it sound like I did more than go to the craft store, the office supplies, and the discounted luxury goods store but I'm old and that's all I need to do (along with staying up over 24 hours I guess that has an influence too) to end up a little disoriented.
I'm not sure if I mentioned this but I've started keeping a paper diary and I am pleased to report that my final entry for the first notebook was my birthday! That's some nice synergy! I've moved onto my new journal, a teal moleskine which cost too damn much. But I was high on birthday.
I think I'm going to force myself to use something from the blank notebook shelf for the next one because I shouldn't go 'but it's TEAL' against mission statement.
It's interesting keeping the paper diary (the difference between it and a digital diary is I don't have to edit what I'm willing to write in public) because I've already found lots of stuff I forgot ever happened by just glancing through the early pages! Like that whole story about young adult Batman backpacking through Europe with Catwoman.
I heard that ADHD comes with bad memory and I'd be lying if I said I was never diagnosed with that as a kid, but I always figured it was just over-diagnosing because they gave me a whole host of other stuff when I was sitting there all 'all I did was play with some toys and answer some questions!'
Anyway the sanitarium this happened at is a cuisine school now. Fun fact. It put a lot of people at risk out on the streets when it shut down so the fact isn't very fun. I'd used to see them at the toy store I worked at because they would come in to hang out in the food court where it was safeish and warm and except for the odd conversations, that was fine.
SPEAKING of my time in the toy store, you know who are the biggest toy shoplifters? Little old white women. My little old white woman boss was like 'do not ever turn your back on the--another one's stolen the beanie babies!'
Last topic swerve: That job was hell on my wallet because the beanie babies had the Good Eyes then and I'd be like 'I need this realistic terrier to live, okay?' but the worst thing ever at that job besides that one racist guy was the time two young women came in asking about the larger size plushes that looked like dogs because they wanted something for their chihuahua to hump. This story does not end in me being a sex toy dealer to dogs, but I tried to steer them towards a low seller.
I'm not sure if I mentioned this but I've started keeping a paper diary and I am pleased to report that my final entry for the first notebook was my birthday! That's some nice synergy! I've moved onto my new journal, a teal moleskine which cost too damn much. But I was high on birthday.
I think I'm going to force myself to use something from the blank notebook shelf for the next one because I shouldn't go 'but it's TEAL' against mission statement.
It's interesting keeping the paper diary (the difference between it and a digital diary is I don't have to edit what I'm willing to write in public) because I've already found lots of stuff I forgot ever happened by just glancing through the early pages! Like that whole story about young adult Batman backpacking through Europe with Catwoman.
I heard that ADHD comes with bad memory and I'd be lying if I said I was never diagnosed with that as a kid, but I always figured it was just over-diagnosing because they gave me a whole host of other stuff when I was sitting there all 'all I did was play with some toys and answer some questions!'
Anyway the sanitarium this happened at is a cuisine school now. Fun fact. It put a lot of people at risk out on the streets when it shut down so the fact isn't very fun. I'd used to see them at the toy store I worked at because they would come in to hang out in the food court where it was safeish and warm and except for the odd conversations, that was fine.
SPEAKING of my time in the toy store, you know who are the biggest toy shoplifters? Little old white women. My little old white woman boss was like 'do not ever turn your back on the--another one's stolen the beanie babies!'
Last topic swerve: That job was hell on my wallet because the beanie babies had the Good Eyes then and I'd be like 'I need this realistic terrier to live, okay?' but the worst thing ever at that job besides that one racist guy was the time two young women came in asking about the larger size plushes that looked like dogs because they wanted something for their chihuahua to hump. This story does not end in me being a sex toy dealer to dogs, but I tried to steer them towards a low seller.