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It's about time to go home.

I won't speak to specifics and besmirch my mother's character. She is a great woman and I love her. She offered a few times to "let" me to go home for a few days and come back and I always say no. I came here for a reason and I'll go home when the job is done. The primary job is done and now I'm doing random tasks, which I'm glad to do. As long as I have my laptop and wifi, I can do what I need to do jobwise here or at home. I told her today to make a prioritized list of tasks left she wants me to do and I will do them. Otherwise, I'll keep spinning my wheels and I'll wake up one day and it will be Christmas. I'm not doing anything else until I see that list. I also said my friend said game night next Tuesday, if her daughter is well enough to be come home from her cancer treatment. I'm looking forward to that because she is a huge Pokemon fan. I couldn't find my library of cards but I found one. I've kept it in my wallet so I don't forget it. Told Danielle, I couldn't find them all but I found one so Alaina knows I tried. Danielle calls me the little brother I never wanted and I call her the big sister I didn't know I needed.

I've never expressed any frustrations I've had to my mom. I just remember she buys groceries and buys me beer, so whatever I'm thinking... walk that back. I am a guest here.

I want to sleep in my bed, hang out with my friends, maybe go on a date. Whatever. This whole time has been putting my life on hold but I knew that when I started all of this work and I appreciate her empathy suggesting to go home and come back and I have to keep reminding her I'm not leaving until it's done.

Don't get me wrong. I'm still having a great time here. Last night we watched The American Society of Magical Negroes. The plot, in short, is a bunch of black magicians that insert themselves into white people's lives to make them happier because less angry white people is better for everybody. :laughing
 
two wheel tramp said:
we get oversized cold metal duck bills wedged into our lady giblets, cranked open, then they shove a swab in our thing-a-ma-bob, scrape it on our cervix, remove the duck bills, stick their fingers in and palpate our uterus.

wheee.
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Good talk with Sara tonight.

One thing why I'm pursuing this on top of her being a very beautiful lady, is we never talked too much about our past.

Turns out we are both suicide attempt survivors. Like, not bullshit cry for help attempts that weren't going to work. Actually trying to end your life. Clearly we were both bad at it. We had a lot in common before bringing that up but I will say being in the shit and coming out clean on the other side is something jives with me.
 
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