I passed.

Needless to say, (because I was SO confident beforehand, right?) I passed the driving test on April 22. The man driving with me was a retired state trooper and he just whistled and hummed the entire way, without making a single note. I blew the fuck out of that mountain.

But how can I feel like I’m doing anything at all with my life? I go to work, go to boyfriend’s house, do stuff. I feel like I’m mindlessly flowing along a river of self pity and laziness. I don’t end my day with the feeling that I’ve completed anything. Working in a retail store, while it is a job, is slowly destroying what little joy I have in my life.

On Friday, T (Boyfriend) is taking me to a baseball game. Go team? I know next to nothing about baseball and what I do know is that they spit, hit balls with bats and people eat hot dogs and cracker jacks.