Dear Diary,

 

Days like these make me wonder why I have this blog.

 

Not that I find this blog unhelpful, but the person that I write about (me) is so vastly different to how I acted today. I was with family, I had a really good time. I was thinking about my aspergers today, I was thinking about 'is this an aspie thing to say?' or 'what should I talk about next?' kind of thing. 

 

Then I had lots of fun. I made my family laugh. I made kids smile, I made kids laugh. I made adults laugh, I talked to my bro Merv and we talked about girls, and I politely said to him I don't think women should be treated like bitches and I don't always go around perving, although I do sometimes. 

 

Then there was the inflatable bouncy castle. oh that was fun. I did some aikido rolls and lots of jumping and pushing and more rolling. I still feel dizzy, its quite a buzz. Days like these make me feel like someone else. Someone that isn't mired in shitness. I was having the same conversation with people about' how are you' when they asked me.

 

I told them: work has been quiet this month, but things are picking up next week, I have a job interview and I am working two jobs right now.