First full week of work down! I file good! People are pretty tolerant of my stupid mistakes especially after I explain I’m not an admin assistant. My boss didn’t notice all those envelopes I fucked up in the trash. It’s been a really long time since I had to use a typewriter but she’s right, it is better to type the addresses than subject people to my serial killer printing. And the fiscal year begins in July not June? Ya, totally knew that. Now give me that FY 07 binder back. I need to uh..look at something.

There are no social work interns at the agency so I’m going to look into doing clinical supervision outside of the agency rather than do one on one supervision and actually have to put effort into obtaining my clinical license. I won’t even be using it once I get it. I would just rather get it before I forget everything I slept through in grad school.

I fell asleep at my first big meeting at the agency. A nice AA kicked me and woke me up before (I hope) anyone noticed. I haven’t been sleeping much at night. The new piercing and new job are partially to blame for that. And I think my body knows that I have drugs in the cabinet that I refuse to take. Maybe when my new health insurance kicks in which is in 3 months. Ugh, please don’t die in that time, body. COBRA is expensive.

I’m going to try more dirty hippie sleep remedies within the next couples months. I’ve stopped going to acupuncture and now I’m thinking of something a bit more interactive like a yoga class.

I was talking about dancing last night and I think I need to do that more often. I miss going out, drinking cosmos like juice, dancing until I’m a sweaty mess, forgetting how to read, eating pancakes and waking up with bruises.

What everyone doesn’t dance like that?

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