How are you doing? January treks onwards. I suppose you’ve had much time to enjoy your presents and cake by now. How are they?
I got accepted to work at the local grocery store and just got back. Putting groceries in bags is more stressful than it looks, but it’s not too bad. I go to my other job at camp in but an hour. My feet will hurt so much soon. I hope you are focusing more on homework than work, for while both are labor, homework’s more important (and simultaneously far worse).
Other than that, not much of interest is happening, per usual. Applying to colleges is a nightmare, per usual, I write and draw, per usual, and I live in constant anxiety and lethargy, per usual. Three cheers? Mom’s really into Prince Harry for the past couple years, which resurged now that he’s written a book. Maybe we’ll buy it? Who knows. That’s all that happens on the news, besides the murder trials she follows, and the common misery (I try to avoid it all).
I should start formatting these like radio stations or something: weather, traffic, news. The skies are clear. The roads are normal. The news is dismal, broad news and personal. I miss you each day. I half-lied to someone during small talk yesterday because ‘well, my sister lives in Oregon because my mom kidnapped her several years ago’ isn’t socially acceptable. People can get weird about it (not so much awkward but silently angry that you would bring up such a thing in the first place). Alas, alas. Why must our older years be so terrible? But still, it’s clear out, and we have good snacks, so that’s something. I hope you have that too. I love you. Enjoy yourself today.
With love,
Alice