Sore Wounds.

Picked at my chest tonight out of boredom and hatred of my life.

Boo.

I'm really running out of options here. I may need to get some serious help to overcome these skin picking urges. It makes me cry to think about it. Gah. I don't want it to come to that AT ALL. I dread it so much. Especially all the money that might have to go into it.

Womp. :(


Um...

So other than that, today was a low-key, good day. Went to work, hung out with the boyfriend, took all 3 dogs for a walk/jog/run.

My family is going out of town this weekend for a 4th of July camping trip. I have the 4th off! Woo! I have a coffee 'date' on the 4th of July with an older lady co-worker (she wanted to 'pay me back' for posting and selling a motorcycle on Craigslist for her son). Besides that, it's gonna be a lonely weekend, which is both good and bad. Maybe a dog or two will get left behind with me. And I always have my two cats. Yay?

Goodnight.


p.s. Our very last remaining manager (she's really an assistant manager) left three days ago. Retirement was calling her. We miss her already. Hope she is having fun living it up in Northern Arizona, living closer to her family.