What to write about today… I wrote earlier to someone that I was writing this book and it seems like everyone wants to be a part of it. I’m going at this like a journal and writing things down as I can think of them. This is my journal thing and sometimes… well a lot of times, I don’t use proper grammar on here because I like to write a lot more than I do correcting all my grammar and this is more like freewriting whatever’s on my mind, except I do delete some of my worst mistakes while I’m writing on here… this is my journal and I don’t have to have proper grammar if I don’t want to. Earlier I was writing a message to someone and made the mistake of texting without correcting my grammar, the habit of freewriting on here, made me accidentally write to someone on a social media platform informally… I have to watch out for that… what to write about. This is very informal. So I’m at this job sorting mail… this is one of the most frustrating things… There’s these mail carts designed by Uline, that people like to flip over on the ground because sorting mail at one with another person is very confrontational, instead of taking turns bowing to gather up mail from the bottom of the cart when it’s empty, people like to flip them over and squat down to pick up the mail while the carts toppled over on the floor. It makes me think of someone trying to run an obstacle course. The carts get all torn to pieces. Mail lands on the floor. Usually only one person that chooses to do that, when there’s two people sorting at one cart, so there’s this revenge sort of thing vibe that lingers around because that person that chose to topple over the carts and throw all the mail on top of the side of the cart like it’s a table for the other person, is bowing for the other person that doesn’t have to do it. I never asked anyone to do that in the first place, so I don’t have to pay anyone back for doing that. So the night time manager from Arizona that hangs out with this dude who both have names of some complete strangers that I recognize from a video game a while back, which is weird af and one of the reasons this jobs feels like I’m being framed, and they both come at me with the cart flip thing, then come at me later on like I’m supposed to bow down and do something in return, to pay them like ordering me to pick up mail from the floor, or pick up something someone dropped so the cameras at work which are filming live can show everyone she has that advantage over me because she’s night time manager. (wants to say lots of mean things here, and leave me alone) Then some new dude shows up with tats on his legs, skull and gemini tats from Kansas, with a Kansas city Chiefs hat… The skull and gemini tats… I was born in June…. I have a skull tat that I’ve finishing removing that I got when I was being stupid one day fifteen years ago… sounds like some sort of lookalike fan person or something… Taylor Swift/Travis Kelce fan that showed up to mess me up or something… It’s too coincidental. You stink like cigarettes because you keep smoking outside and people won’t shut up at work about it because this job’s confrontational and we have to work in each other’s face. I personally like working a cart by myself. So all this mail gets sorted out between A’s, C’s and D’s that creates an alphabetical scenario crisis thing of it’s own… with the corporate manager’s name on the D’s, overdose D… Dallas… Double U… Donald… DJ…. DG…. that TCU sorority that had a fan group thing around me that I try to say hello to but actually completely ignore me… that has me trippin out… I’m gonna go off on TCU pretty soon. There’s the C’s… that happens to coincide with the initials of this girl I like that took off to New York that I try to talk to come back over here. The one mail sort for Houston is on the A’s, these two people the night manager, dude she drive around with keep trying to create a scenario with me at this one mail sort because they must know I’m from Houston. I don’t know who set all of this up to create a drama scenario with me however I don’t appreciate it. The job I can handle, the drama name associations… I don’t appreciate that. What else to write about…. I moved into a new place! I signed up for some co-living thing so I can afford to fix my car situation… so first thing after moving here… new roommates have the same name as my last name and my cousins…. around the corner from my job… weird… yeah, I feel like I’m being followed by everyone. I don’t know what else to say. Since I’m sorting a lot of medical mail at work… I went and got back on my adderall after being sober for over a year… thought about asking about getting back on an ssri… if they can both work together… idk… have to ask… I don’t know what everyone expect out of me…. buy a gun and kill everyone. Let’s all do meds! It’s what I’m having to bow to all day, every day, is all these people doing medications.