Is It Wrong,

To Wish For A Space Of My Own?

I've (like always) a long list of things to do, to get done. And I'm (as always) feeling overwhelmed.

For a quick update: Effexor is now twice the dose. I'm now living with Yannic at the club house. Working at another cheveron, on east hastings this time, woo. I'm sitting around 117 ish still, and feel like shit about it. Yannic snagged me an iPhone and fixed the broken screen. I Think I Need Friends. Had a nice valentines day at build a bear, made a fox. Just got over a cold. Smoking quite a bit as of late. Thinking more into the field of nutrition, then graphic design. but who knows eh. The clubhouse got a kitten, Mewnin. Oozes cuteness, btw.

Really looking into getting another place to call home. Somewhere cheap yeah, but somewhere other then here. Its a great place sure, but its no home. I'd like somewhere that I don't have to sleep with ear plugs in to get some rest. But ho hum, can't complain I guess.

Haven't been blogging much, really mean to, I guess.

Haven't been on PT much, really mean to.

Haven't worked out at all. Really should. Really really should.