...sleeping, breathing, drowning, dreaming...

**Spoiler Alert**
The following words are more than likely going to be all over the place. Happy. Sad. Emo. Whatever. Just a warning. Stop now if you wish, because the words probably will.

Mmk. It's been a while since I actually wrote on here. I miss it, but I haven't really had the words to say. And, honestly, I still don't.  I don't know what's going on.  It's weird.  But not really.

Anyway. First, I know you're not going to be reading this tonight, but good luck with your interview.  You are going to do just fine, as long as you stay confident and true to who you are.  I mean, hell, who wouldn't want to hire you?  I would.  But that'd be weird.  I have no need for you to work for me.  And I couldn't pay you nearly as much as they're offering.  So, stick with them, ja? ;)

Next. Ha! That reminds me.  Corny joke #1: What does a vampire say when he's ready for another victim?  Necks!!

Ha.

Um, next (for real).  I talked about "d words" today.  I don't like a few of them, and they tend (past, present, and probably future) to come up in lots of facets of my life.  It happened before my granddad died.  And then again yesterday.  And today.  And honestly, I had ridiculously awful thoughts arise because of it.  And by awful, I really mean, awful.  I thought some things that I would have never thought possible for me.  And if my thoughts lead to truthful action, well, Heaven help me, because I don't know what my reaction will be.  In other words, I'm a bad person, that's a fact.

[[Insert corny joke #2/Awkward transition to something totally unrelated to previous paragraph]]

What do you call a secondhand werewolf?  A Wornwolf.  Ha!

I got a gift today.  Though many people will never see it (at least not yet), it will always be with me.  I received something that has sentimental and emotional value.  It was given to me.  And honestly, it's one of the best gifts I've gotten.  I'm one of those people who really connect gifts to memories and reason.  Gifts that mean nothing, well, mean nothing.  This gift means something.  To me. To the giver. To us both.  It's greatly appreciated, and, again, will be with me always.

Oh, and on a side note, Sister is doing well in her new married life.
I'm still jobless.
And depressive about it.
I am happy about other things in my life.
I have a decision to make still.
And a discussion to have.
I'm thinking soon.
I'm scared.
Nervous.
Apathetic.


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I think that's all.
At least, all that's coming.