Receipt.

this is my receipt from el pollo loco. don't let anyone tell you that this place isn't authentically mexican. even mi favorito latino jorge got a kick out of this.

i'm settling into the new apartment. furniture is all in place. just gotta put things away still and dust some shit. i used to not give a damn when things got dusty. now i start to feel disgusted by dust. hopefully, this is some sort of sign of maturity.

work is hard work. not that i'm working hard at my job, but working hard at just trying to get through the damn day. the internal transfer i'm trying to pull is hitting some snags, and i don't feel like what i'm doing in my current position is going to make a difference. so now it's like i've got nothing to prove, and add that to the fact that i've been bored to begin with, and you've got a recipe for rock bottom employee morale.

but hey, life is still pretty damn good.