So September has come, and almost gone. It's been easier than expected, though it did start out rather roughly. Sleep has been my saving grace I suspect, though I may bitch and moan about my current vocation. Despite my antisocial behaviour, I believe I have made a new friend. Out of a new coworker mind you, but that is sadly how most of my recent friendships have begun. I feel rather like Randall out of Clerks 2: too old to make friends. Well, too old to put in the effort. A sad thing to say from a girl a few months shy of 26.
My years in college have been coming back to me lately. Mostly an idea that I toyed with that concerned my 26th birthday, and I wonder if I should carry the idea on out. The idea very rarely ever seems appealing anymore, but as I am no longer close friends with the person who advised me against it as we shared the same date of birth, I see no reason to not.
I will not reveal what the idea was, but if I carry out, you'll only be able to guess. Sorry readers, but it's the truth. If I don't, I'll let everyone who reads this know.
Now, all melodrama aside, I have to say that I have missed my updating. I wish there was something of interest to post about other than panic attacks and sleeplessness. Perhaps next month will be better. It is not September after all.