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Thursday March 14, 2002 - 8:05 p.m. A. Month. Later. Olympics over. Niiiiiiice. Paralympics, not so bad. I make price signs, I eff them up, I throw them in the box anyway. Because we're all so tired, we just go with it. Man, I miss stuff. Like having a life that doesn't involve games competitions. It's nice to see the light of day when inside my apartment. Yes. Very nice. I'm quite tired, and I have been for a few weeks now. I'm considering going to the doctor, although my lovely boss pointed out that it could just be exhaustion. Good point. I have been running on pure, 100% grain adrenaline for about six months now. And now, my self wants me a nap. In other news, I find the subconscious to be tremendously fascinating. There's this chick at work who broke her arm, see, and she was telling me about it. I broke my arm when I was three and I don't remember it really, just bits and pieces, but any time anyone talks about breaking a bone I get physically ill. Wacky subconcious and all. I just didn't want her to talk about it any more. In fact, I wanted her to go away, because the whole cast and everything was bothering me. I am a freak. There's nothing I can do about it. I've tried, dammit all to hell. I have other things to tell you, but that will have to wait. I only stay awake for short bursts so............. Um, oh yeah. Love you all. Hope my brain works itself out and I can be charming as all hell again. Kisses with tongue,
-Mlle R
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