I had a pretty long day today. Work had more extreme ups and downs than usual, but I’m good at rolling with the punches. I think I’m slipping out of my manic mind set and back into the low swing. Thanks bipolar, you’re amazing. >:

I went back to the DMV this afternoon. The line wasn’t bad. I actually got up to the counter in less than 10 minutes. But the rest of the visit was not so pleasant.

My permit expired. Days ago. DAYS.

So now in order for me to get my driving licence I have to re-do my permit. I expect to have to retake my written test. I didn’t realize I was unable to do both in the same day. I’m also unable to make a behind the wheel driving appointment until I have my permit.

They made me an appointment for my permit. On the 12th of August. Yeah, that’s not happening, but thanks for the thought behind-the-counter-dmv Lady.

I’m going in either tomorrow before work or wednesday before work. Probably wednesday so I can take a power nap before my shift. After I finish my written test I will have them schedule me a driving test right then. I hope it’s sooner than the 12th.

Yeah. Stress level went from ‘in the red’ to being pinned.

I shed a few tears in the parking lot.

“Some people in LDRs aren’t so lucky, however, especially if the separation lasts a significant amount of time. Guldner’s research shows that most couples tend to go through three phases of separation: protest, depression, and detachment. The “protest” phase can range from mild and playful—”Please stay”—to significant anger. Once an individual has accepted the separation, he or she might experience low-level depression, mostly characterized by slight difficulty concentrating, trouble sleeping, and the feeling of being a little down. “Unfortunately, that seems to be a reflex,” Guldner explains. “In other words, it persists. It continues with each separation and, in fact, sometimes worsens with each separation. There is very little one can do to prevent it.” Some people experience this in a more pronounced way than others.

In the detachment phase, each person begins to compartmentalize his or her life, breaking it down into the sections with a partner and the ones without. It’s an effective coping mechanism that allows the individual to be in a relationship while doing what has to be done—until the occasional moment of weakness, that is.”
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Put into words far better than I have been able to.

My day so far and it’s only 8:14.

I didn’t get to bed until late last night because sleep wasn’t coming to me. I wake up a few times in the night and toss and turn and then this morning my father wakes me up at 6:45. I fall back asleep but I had a back up alarm set for 7:05. I wake up, freak out because I fell back asleep, and throw on shirts and pants. I don’t even smoke. Dad and I rush down to the DMV

We get there and our friend Norman is there too so we all go up and get “in line” infront of the DMV doors. It’s like 7:20. We wait and wait and wait. Then at 5 till 8 the DMV guy comes out and lets us know the computers are down and wont be up for an hour, at least, but probably longer.

A woman comes out to answer questions and I already know I’m fucked. You can’t make an appointment to do something when the computers are down.

So we leave.

I don’t have an appointment for my driving test. My dad leaves in less than two weeks. I’m freaking out. My next day off is like FRIDAY. And I’m pretty sure they’re closed. So now I’m going to have to see if Dad will drive me back down there this afternoon so I can wait in line like two hours. fuck. FUCK FUCK.

Here’s the low down.

My best friend is pissed at me and while I have a vague idea why, I’m not entirely sure. And if she is pissed at me for the reason I think, she’s not actually justifiable in her reasoning, in my opinion.

My dad is leaving in two weeks to work in Sacramento area. For two months. I have two weeks to get my licence and a car together so I don’t lose my job.

This probably doesn’t sound serious to you, but it’s very serious to me.

OH. And now Mike is concerned that I’m not texting him when I’m out and about partying with my friends. Thanks for that one. I know you read this. He says it’s not checking in, I say it is.