I slept/laid in far too late today... and I've forgotten my meth for a few days so I was room bound with anxiety at the fact that our roommate had the day off and was opting to stay home all day. So I hated myself a bit. This week I've worked some... with the kids. But I also randomly had an impromptu job interview at the coffee shop down the street. I was very very good. And walked out thinking I had the job then was terrified at that idea. However, I haven't heard back from them and it's been three or four days so apparently I didn't need to worry. The upper picture is what I actually did all day. The lower picture shows the promise of what I could have done. Put on my sunglasses, slung my jacket over my shoulders and roamed. But I would have been just as sad either way.