A closed door and mild spookiness.

Didn’t get the job I applied for but am not going berserk over it. Something else will come along if I keep trying... which I’m obviously doing.

Life is full of gateways and different doors that open/close/open - repeat for a lifetime. That’s how it works. No reason to be upset. I’ve prayed for peace and it has been working.

Lord, what am I DOING career wise??

Writing gives me happiness in a way nothing else does. I’ll always need a side gig though. I’m not Neil Gaiman or JK Rowling. And I need to eat more than ramen. Damn valuable but inconvenient talents. Damn it all!

I’ve been fake tanning my face for no f*king reason. It looks alright. Highly interesting topics tonight, I know. I’m also reading an R.L. Stine book that I missed in middle school and it’s mildly amusing me. Team spookiness and no thinking!

I haven’t been eating much. I’ll chalk that up to a win. Restaurants are the devil. Miles was prescribed seizure meds - thank God. No seizures since, though it has only been 2 days. Knock on every wood product!

So that was Friday. Here comes Saturday. More later.