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Upcoming Week 5/30–6/5:

~ Call clinic to discuss specifics surrounding upcoming detox, set start date
~ Complete online forms for EBT, research options for visiting DSHS (appointment or walk-in)
~ Thoroughly clean apartment, do laundry (wash comforter twice), prep for clearing out guests
~ Call Sound Mental Health, inquire about therapy options and set intake appointment
~ Discuss and set plans for meeting up with Elle (plans regarding meetup will require dedicated notes section)
~ Meet with Darm Darm (Wednesday? Friday?) discuss album release details, play some music
~ Continue courier work with DoorDash, during what would otherwise be ‘free time’



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Notes:

Monday, 5/31:

2:30 PM: Continuing to procrastinate. Admittedly, this is kind of a pointless update, but I believe value of self-deprecation and constant self-shaming cannot be overstated. Also, since I’m obviously gonna knock this shit out an hour from now, it’s really not a big deal and wait. OK, so this really is just pointless to write out then. Deleting it would also be a waste of time and energy, so...

12:30 AM: Awake (in a permanent sense) at approximately 11:30am. Made coffee and looking through RSS feed. Wanting to do more, but as always, feeling a bit stuck. Starting any process is always the hardest part, and this is no different. Allotting myself another hour to do this, and then going to start on my EBT paperwork. This seems like the lowest pressure objective out of any on the list. Still awaiting response from Elle. This is very nerve-racking, which feels so unnecessary, based upon previous times wherein she wanted to meet up. It is not as though I wasn’t also stressed in those times, but the difference is that I am now the one attempting to reach out. Of course now something that was simple enough before seems nearly impossible to make happen. The last time this occurred, which is the one time I didn’t answer (worth noting: I was only given two days or so to do so), she showed up on my doorstep. As much as I would love to feel comfortable doing the same, given the difference in our living situations, it would be harder for me to do this. She has to know that. Anyways, enough ranting. I’m gonna finish out the next hour of fucking around online and general procrastination, before moving onto my responsibilities. Or at least the one that I had mentioned above.