I am allergic to dogs. I am very allergic to dogs. I’m allergic to cats, too, but Neko-chan is long haired and that means all her crud is trapped like me in this hell hole of a town. I got a list of places with open wait lists for low-income housing from an agency my ARMHS guy has hooked me up with. Full disclosure: I need help with this shit and I’m going to have to ask for it.
I had therapy with Charon today. We mostly talked about how I need a job but I really don’t know what to do and I’d rather go back to college. I can’t really do anything while I’m with my mum since she won’t drive me unless it benefits her. I’m limited with how much I can work with people, too. I’m going to be taking a few career aptitude tests to see what I should be trying out.
I convinced Charon that we should have candy and treats next Wednesday for Halloween. She asked me what kind of candy I like and I don’t really like a lot of candy. I’m not a huge sweets fan.
I just took a career aptitude test on Psychology Today. Anthropology. Of course. That makes sense. I’m going to email Charon after I do a couple more.
-The Sarcastic Autist