You know how you have many thoughts going through your head for a blogging idea, and you wait, and you wait, and you wait…
And then you completely forget them? I’ve had a few ideas, and I was going to post them last week, but apparently I was occupied with…other things. They did come back today, but it’s like 5 different things, and it would be a very long blog (even longer than the ones made before), and ya know what? I’m not going to bore you with them all at once. So by the grace of a higher deity, I hope I don’t forget the ideas. I might post one of them on Friday. Who knows?
When I left you last week, I told you that I was (hopefully) leaving the day treatment program. Well, as of last Friday, I am a free woman. I am now going to another program (which can probably be considered a service rather than a program), and this one…loads better. There was only one concern that I had and it was the size of the groups. The place itself houses at least 25 people in one day, and people come and go on different days, so I can safely say that it’s at least 40-50 people in all.
One of my biggest problems with Target was that I was dealing with so many people in one day (some of them not very pleasant either). I eventually broke down. At first it wasn’t a problem, but as months went by, it was like “What the fuck? What am I doing here?” So now, months later, I’m here and I’m thinking…”Oh dear, deja vu again”. But you know, the difference between Target and here is that the people aren’t anal about little changes. And they’re nicer too. Furthermore, there are four groups going on at the same time (all of them not mental illness related), so that shrinks down a few of the groups to smaller, more tolerable levels. They’re pretty fun groups too. So all in all, I don’t think I’ll be missing many days from here. I just need to work on getting there before 9:15. Not happening, especially since as of late, I’ve been going to bed at 3 am.
In other…disturbing news, you heard about people killing stingrays now? That is freaking sickening. I was listening to the radio this morning and they said that Steve Irwin wouldn’t have condoned that at all. He’s probably turning in his grave now.
For starters, stingrays don’t kill out of spite. They only use their tail when threatened. You can swim with them, and you can go as far as to pet them, but as long as you don’t go near the tail, which is deadly as you can see, it’s all gravy. Killing them isn’t going to solve anything. You’re not going to find the “murderer stingray”. So whoever you fuckers are, stop. You wouldn’t like it if someone came up to you and killed you, now would ya?
I need to do a few more things. I’m adding a new part in MelodramÃ¡tica. I won’t say what, because if I can’t get it right, then it won’t happen. I have a theme to code for here, and I’m still working on that layout for Project 739, which has been a struggle without more than one person helping out (the one person being me). I should change it to…eventually, lol. But don’t worry, by the grace of a higher deity, I’m going to do it. I also have an article to type up, and I don’t know if I want to. I wrote it (because if I didn’t, I’d completely forget), and it was over 18 pages…written. So either when I finish this, or whatever, I’m going to try and type at least some of it up.
Now, see if I had went on and posted the other blog ideas that I had, it would have been much longer than this, and this is pretty lengthy in itself? Well, don’t worry. I’m going to shut up now. Love you.
And by the way, if you have no clue what my title was referring to, it’s a line in “Cell Block Tango” from the musical “Chicago”. Get the movie, see the show. You will probably enjoy it.
Okay, shutting up now. 🙂