What a bitch.

My reaction to trauma is to socialize. A form of escape, I think. Or I just assume randomness will save the day once again.

I was talking to Erik, and it was definitely Suzanne that I flipped off while she was out-of-view. He said she wouldn’t stop bitching last Saturday, saying she’d write me up. Funny. I like Suzanne, but that’s a really bitchy maneuver. The only reason I’m fired is because she talked to Scott. How this came to involve Darren, I’ll never figure out.

Oh well.

Living day-to-day, hour-to-hour. Curled up into the “guest chair” in Cliff’s room two nights ago. Slept on the couch(s) with my friends last night. Right now, my van is at Erik’s. And his car is in the Barnes and Noble parking lot. I love car roulette.

I’m getting better at DDR, which is disturbing. We’ve rented yet another wrestling game. Cliff blazed through the beginning of it yesterday using only submission moves. And he wins. Liz, Erik, and I played scrabble last night. That was fun. Been filling up on Erik’s burgers. Far cheaper and tastier than going out to eat. Cliff’s been making milkshakes lately.

Haven’t a clue what I’ll be doing today. I’ll try not to let that get to me.