First of all, it’s been weighing on my mind for a few days now…but I’m sorry to whomever it was who called 5-O on me. No, I wasn’t suicidal. May I drop dead if I’m lying.
Yeah, I’m still quite peeved about it. But I shouldn’t have said you’re worthless. Everyone has worth, of course. I was just mad. I’m still angry, but not seeing crimson. Most likely, you meant well. Still, would it have killed either of us to have maybe texted me or called. You know I wouldn’t have got nasty about it. I’d have been polite. But anyway, I wish you well.
In other news, I have been filming stuff. Nothing ingenue; it’s all been done before ad nauseum, but I figure why not? Gives me something to do, and if it entertains somebody, it can’t be too bad.
I’ve started transcribing for the Smithsonian. They’ll let any idiot volunteer for that. It may not be a lifesaving thing, but maybe it’ll help someone someday. Ho hum. I’m taking a course on Futurelearn.com on forensic anthropology just because it was free and sounds interesting. I am going to write that post/ article on food stamps. I am trying to live as much as I can, and if I can’t find much adulation in the real world, maybe I can find it online. Love me, my adoring public, because I’m uber fabulous!