Goodbye, 2022

 T-Mobile updated the phone software. Let's hope it allows me to post. I have so much news these days, and I want to write it down.

Glitching still. Nuked 500 plus words.

I installed the duckduckgo app. Let's see if that makes a difference.

Today, I went to a 3rd party Dept. of Licensing storefront today to transfer the title of the Honda Accord Coupe, Abby's car, from Jenny to me. I then had someone come take that car and Leiney's 2008 Honda away. Both are in need of serious repairs, and I'm done putting money in them. Hence, the purchase of the 2001 CRV for Abby earlier this week.

Wow, this is working. . .

Tomorrow night it's Abby and me ringing in the New Year. Leiney is going to a party. . .

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I gave notice at work last week. I am starting a new job on January 23rd. It is not labor related, weirdly, but does involve investigation oversight, investigations and training. I'm ready for a change.





























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Let's see. . . First, I dumped my therapist. She was no longer a value add. I hope to find a better therapist at some point but I haven't spoken to her in several months, nor do I have any desire. Honestly, having a therapist who is very bourgeois, white, who doesn't have a framework of critical theory when doing analysis, well, I couldn't take it any more. I'd be happy with an old fashioned Marxist therapist, if such a thing still exists. Or, someone of color, but that is about as likely as Itsthis post actually surviving the software glitches on this phone.




I haven't had a therapy session since September, I think.  




It is glitching. Let's see how far I can get.




























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