Crushed up the Tylenol and ate it with a dipstick

Work is getting better. I am finally on a job that doesn’t make me want to nail my foot to the floor board of a Ford. I am able to leave before it gets dark out, and I have very little responsibility. This makes my life exponentially better. Hell, tonight I even went to the gym (in the basement, but still). Things are slowly turning around. Tim and I started cooking suppers now that we have a bbq, and the apartment doesn’t even look that messy. We got D’s shit moved out of the old house and might even get some of our damage deposit back now, which will help me pay down some of my substantial debt. I even cut up my credit card (ya, things were getting that bad). In any case, I feel like shit is a lot more under control and hopefully I can keep it this way for the next little while, or at least until the summer. I think I start CASB in a couple weeks, which sort of puts a damper on things, but minimal effort has gotten me through these courses before, and maybe having to spend some time studying means I won’t waste entire nights on beer as often. I gotta keep my sights set high.