2009-08-19 - 5:14 p.m.
Another day another dollar. I've been all worked up trying to get reports done this week, that I thought it was Thursday already. It's not.
My time spatial gizmo is off. Needs to be reset. It also might have something to do with having drinks on a Monday night with Gloomy. It's clear I hate myself. Talking with that girl is sometimes like banging your head into the wall to get some relief from pain. And I know - she's in therapy. She's getting help. I support that. It's just wearisome that the bad parts have been going on for this long. You can lead a horse to water and all.
And then work stress. And all the rest of living stress. This week is beating me down. Soon. Soon it will be the weekend. It would have been earlier if we had all just agreed that yesterday was Thursday.
