Why do I torture myself 40 hours each week?
Work sucks. Sucks like a giant sucking thing -- like a vacuum. The turbo kind that, like, cleans up when the dog knocks over an entire potted plant.
I had a mini breakdown on the way home from work, and then felt worse because she made me fucking cry. And now she made me say "fucking." And all of that exhausted me, and I fell asleep in the middle of one of my favoritest movies evah (but woke up for the end, which was good).
Then I was up until 2:30, and wide awake again at 7:30. Now, I'm quite happily making a breakfast out of Peanut M&M's (screw New Year's resolutions--I have CRAMPS!) and planning on doing laundry, cleaning, and spending money today. Money that I don't really have, but darn it, after the last three weeks in hellat work, I need to treat myself (nevermind that Christmas was in there somewhere).
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Oh my gosh - what is going on??? I will give you a call later. This sounds out of control!!
Posted by: EmK | January 8, 2005 08:57 AM
Goodness girl....who made you cry...let me know so I can try out my kickboxing moves on her. :) Hee hee. Aww Kate I hope you are better. U r such a sweet girl, sorry work is sucking....it'll get better. Trust me don't lose faith. Please don't. :)
<3 Michelle
Posted by: Michelle | January 10, 2005 12:13 PM