spend the day in the past, like, ancient cant-believe-it-ever-happened past. swings, long grass, and lots of sun. random memories.

applied for a job in the nursing home nearby-look like ill get the job, which would be exceptionally good. well, no. it would be lots of hard work, probably full of prejudiced HCA's and depressing stuff-but its gotta be better than making little boxes up..... im quite excited about it-if i can do it, it will be another step up, back to the surface. plus, the money will probably be good, and im sure they wont have a problem with giving me lots of hours---------> i r teh rich bitch!! (well, unlikely...)


mental state update-still feeling like a very naked person tied up in the middle of Soho-asking for it. not willingly though. so very vulnerable, and unlike me before, unable to fight. oh dear.