worked from 11- 10 .. just now ate something.
And I wonder why work kills me so much.
It's just too much of a pain in the ass to eat at work. And I'm hypoglycemic.
All recently diagnosed and stuff.
I'm getting a tan from my lil forays into the sun at work.
just my arms, and the top flat part of my chest that the scoop neck t shirt doesn't cover.
Claire handed me her keys tonight. It's official now.
within 3 months... I want a raise.
I want a raise for it. :::nods::
ANd I'm also expected to be lil miss expert up there. hah
I think I want coffee.
I took some drugs for my back. Totally OTC this time too.
I'm being good. I have tomorrow off. Which is soo soo good.
I'm incredibly happy for mistah lovah lovah...
I'm incredibly sad for the ex who's still living off of events of a year ago....
I'm worried that he's going to decide to kill himself again.
I'm worried that I can't do this job.
I'm worried that I'm never going to get the fuck out of here.
I'm worried about.. hehe.. about a lot.
I haven't really felt like I've had much to say. And I don't. Nothing that could be put here. Not really.
Guess there won't be anything to feed my "fan club"