Keys please
Apr. 10th, 2013 01:46 pmSometimes I am reminded of how much I am my mother’s daughter.
Attempts to subconsciously repress stress about work have failed. I am now exhibiting classic mother “Work Issues Brain”. I’ve yet to flood a basement or leave the parking break off long enough to A) allow the car to hit another house B) allow the car to hit another car. This is because I avoid taking baths in my own apartment (it’s leftover behavior from the earthquake) and I don’t have a car. Instead, I’ve been pocketing the studio keys and taking them home with me and this I showed up at my trainstation only to have to walk 10 minutes back to my home for my wallet.
Afterwork I have to go to the studio and replace some keys.
ETA: I went home after replacing the keys...and 100% forgot I had a shrink session scheduled.
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