Encore

Who knew moving could be this painful? Literally. I'm so injured. Last night when I was putting up posters I fell off my chair and stabbed myself on something. It was either a drawer or the leg of the chair. Either way, I now have large bruises everywhere and my leg has been bleeding profusely. Squirt squirt. Not to mention I keep hitting my head on everything. It's completely ridiculous; the vent, counter, and I nearly chopped my head off because my trunk fell on me while I was stuffing something inside.

Anyway, moving aside I have something to say about last night. They clapped for me. Not only that, but they gave me thumbs ups, high fives, good jobs, and a standing ovation. It's a really nice feeling. I think that was the first time in my life that people have ever clapped for me and not at me. You guys know what the difference is right? When you clap at someone it's obligatory or common courtesy i.e. end of a school play, end of a presentation, etc. but when you clap for someone is because you truly think that they deserve recognition for what they've done. It just--it made me feel special in a way and I hope I can continue doing this for the rest of my life.

Also, let me just say that I was wrong. My previous way of thinking was wrong. Not all drunkards are horrible people. I think I understand that now.