Issacs

Last journal post was right. So fucking right. So, everything started going really good for once, got a promotion, got some extra money and even a little stability then all hell broke loose. Fuck you Karma. So once I got the promotion, for about a month I stopped Riding my bike, because I had to get up at ass o'clock in the morning and it was cold out. Two weeks after I got the promotion to one of the better positions the more experienced person (Both of us ran the same slot on paper, I ran my department and he ran his on practice) got promoted and I ended up with his old position. Managing a fucking freezer. Do you know how cold it is in a

Sorry if this seems disjointed. (Like anyone actually looks at this.) Writing this as I think. I figure if I put fingers to keys it might make sense. At the very least it feels right to record it. Been getting that agitated feeling of some major dynamic of my life changing. I have had this feeling before, normally before a powerful epiphany. I have had this in the past, right before I cemented my friendship with my Best friend, right before I realized that I am not the person I was before. That was Ten years ago. I had it when my Brother died. (It's not always a good feeling, Change.) I had it again when I had my first real (and last so

Figured I would start writing again. I am pretty sure where this story is going to go. Just going to flesh it out one page at a time. This story kind of branched off from my Novel idea I have been dinking around with for the past couple of years. This is the kind of crap I think of while I am throwing around 40 pound boxes of apples.