So I haven't updated in a while, and I hope my favorite reader Jax will not spank me too hard for my lax diary duties. I also hope she notices that I finally updated and that brings her a bit of joy. She seems to need it.

I needed time to think, to attempt to get away from the emotional drama that fuels a diary of this sort. I was on new medication that was funking me out completely, and I was close to a minor breakthrough in my therapy and I got a job.

In other words: when it rains it pours.

I am now a stock boy at a not-so-local grocery/drug store. It puts a little money into my pocket, and it gives me a little something to structure my life around, so I'm not going to complain.

It could be worse. I could still be a telemarketer.

So what, pray tell, was this breakthrough with my therapist? Not so easy to describe, and even more confusing in reality, but now my therapist thinks I may have a learning disability. God, my life rocks.

You see, I have trouble dealing with the future, and apparently THAT is now considered a learning disability.

Go. Fucking. Figure.

I'm not sure I'm anxious to believe her on this one point, but it's made my ego even smaller just the same. The fact that someone suspects it about me is enough to make me doubt myself.

To be truthful, however, it doesn't take a lot to make me doubt myself.

So where does this leave me? What does this mean to me?

I don't know. More later.