It is about that time of year again when I update my life on here. Where to start?
I started drinking again, but recently cut back. I simply just don’t feel like drinking anymore. I’ve gained weight, but lost it all. I have a beard that everybody is jealous of.
So, my job, you ask? I work at Husky Liners as an extruder. I make a lot of money there, considering the high risks of injuries. Someone got his toe cut off a couple months ago. I, myself already got stabbed in the knee by a razor blade, been burnt many times, nearly lost a thumb twice (thank God for my superhuman reflexes), and nearly got decapitated from very sharp plastic that got yanked into the grinder. It sure is nice working next to a 400 degree (F) die when it’s cold outside. Due to my high tolerance to extreme heat, I don’t even break a sweat. I love this job.
I am still living alone in my house, in the middle of nowhere. I haven’t had a well in over five months, so I have to get creative for flushing my toilet. My dog, Levi (yes, named after Captain Levi) is being his usual dumb self, and spends most of his time outside, free range. He prefers to hunt for his own food in the woods, but I still give him dog food.
To help with anxiety, I found a way to meditate daily. I also have been catching up on drumming, which is very relaxing and therapeutic.
I bought AirPods a couple weeks ago. I love them.
I like a girl, but need to fix my well before I go courting anybody.
I watch more YouTube than Netflix.
I’m better than you are.
That’s about all for now. I have some work to do before I go to bed. I have to work tonight.
My Grandfather smoked his whole life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, 'If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately.' Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. Three years later he died of lung cancer. It was really sad and destroyed me. My mother said to me 'Don't ever smoke. Please don't put your family through what your Grandfather put us through." I agreed. At 28, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your post gave me cancer anyway.