Tuesday, July 29, 2003

 I hate feeling crappy. I started off feeling kinda okay, but right now I'm feeling crappy and gross and yucky. And I'm not even quite sure why. (No, it's not because of the PMS. *checks, just in case* No, definitely not.)

Oh, I know why. It's partly because of Thing 1 acting all high and mighty; and the PoohRents continually nagging at me as if I just don't get it (which I do, really, I do, and I end up pissing myself off because we all know it); and the PoohBro acting all spoiled just because he's the only boy in the family; and the punkass guy at work who says he'll help me but hasn't lifted a finger yet; and the future roomie who went out of town for a month and told me to take care of everything; and the general fright and insecurity about Work and School and The Future, and things I don't talk about that I've compartmentalized but still manage to eat away at me because I worry too much; and... other stuff -- sucky stuff. When it rains, it pours. :(

So I'm going to crawl under the covers now. Someone wake me up when there's world peace. Or for the Alias premiere. Whatever comes first. I've lost all feeling in my right arm right now, so if you really need me, use the email. I'll be checking... occasionally.

|| posted by Pooh at 12:40 AM ... ||

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