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I’ve gone back to being bored and boring, and that makes me nervous. Every
time that happens, I get sick, and then something too crazy
happens as a result of that. I’ve sort of exhausted every kind of infection
that you can get, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get another one of the same
type as before. To shake things up, when I had some free time, I returned to
the nursery where I used to work to see my old friends and boss. It was a
little awkward, because I didn’t leave in the best way. It wasn’t combative,
like what sometimes happens with former employees, but it was really weird. To
make things less uncomfortable today, I bought a few pots, and some seeds. I
mostly chose daisies, since that’s my dog’s name, so it’s fitting. It’s not
like I can’t do with a little bit more color in my apartment. I have a history
of having very sparse dwellings. I don’t put up photos or paintings. I was
born in 1987, so everything I ever cared about was in the cloud by the time I
moved out of my parents’ house. If I wanted to look at a picture of someone I
cared about, I could just take out my phone. It never seemed better to
be able to see such things along the hallways. Walls are just there to hold up
the ceiling, and I don’t see blank walls as problematic. All of those pictures
are lost to me now, and no matter what I do, I will never get them back. I’m
thinking about giving a description of my dogs, Sophie (who is no longer with
us) and Daisy, so I can have drawings of them, though they may not be very
good, because I have a notoriously bad memory. I am barely confident that the
artist could even get close, and I’m not at all confident that we could figure
out what my human family looked like. Still, it’s not a bad idea. It would
certainly give me something to do with my days besides working, writing,
talking about my feelings with my therapist, updating my parole officer on
nothing, and sitting in jail. I should make a list...a list of things I can
do, which may not necessarily improve my life, but perhaps just make it
different. I’m a shark, so I should stop stopping moving.
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