Tuesday, February 12, 2002
Quickly writing, quickly writing. I have had a great day today. I feel happy and alive. I didn't have any sort of stupid-ass panic attacks today. I didn't get annoyed at anyone today. Work was very quiet and actually a pleasure to be at for like the first time in months. Penelope is out sick today. Good for her. But how do I tell her that people are chomping at the bits for her to come back. Everyone is like: "Is Penelope coming tomorrow", and "Have you heard from Penelope." NO EVERYONE! Leave the girl alone!
Only about 45 minutes left of work. Tonight is "alone" night. Rita and I go our separate ways the minute we get home. It is kind of fun. I will probably sit on my ass and watch some tv. Maybe do some light reading, singing, etc. You know.
Oh shit...the office supplies just arrived.
OH SHIT. I just cut my finger with the scissors. I am now bleeding everywhere.
YOWZAH!
Only about 45 minutes left of work. Tonight is "alone" night. Rita and I go our separate ways the minute we get home. It is kind of fun. I will probably sit on my ass and watch some tv. Maybe do some light reading, singing, etc. You know.
Oh shit...the office supplies just arrived.
OH SHIT. I just cut my finger with the scissors. I am now bleeding everywhere.
YOWZAH!
