My bad news is that despite everything indicating I should be happy, I'm not. I found and fixed a sneaky exhaust leak. It was making me dizzy when driving and I would smell terrible odor and would arrive to work smelling like.. engine.
And despite that win, despite getting a good rating at work, despite my knees improving, I'm just... blah. Normally fixing an issue like what I did on my vehicle sets me into a good mood. Not even an energy drink will budge my mood.
Thanks Simo. I was trying to get around to describing plasma lamp for Firelight, but life got in the way.
Not even my collections of things matter to me. I have a few different types of collections. Nothing matters.
I think my job is much to blame, but reality is I'm going to have to stick with it for a little longer. But honestly my dog is largely to blame. It is not her fault. I will try to explain.
She is NOTHING like any dog I've been around. She is mean, cold, unaffectionate. She's unruly, and hard to control. She bites me and I do nothing to deserve this.
A companion pet has always been a huge part of my life since I was a kid. Since she is a cranky mean turd, she is also a daily reminder of what I lost. It affects all I do and think.
Not even a dog loves me.
Must be me
