Friday, November 27, 2009

31 minutes

There happens to be 31 minutes until I can clock out and go to the house. The only good thing about getting off work tonight is that Elizabeth is home and she will, more than likely, be awake.

It's been a long few days.

Everyone is irrtiated over how I handled Thanksgiving. Kari had a stroke on Tuesday. I'm still in shock over that. It seems like she's too young.

The doctor didn't give me good news on Wednesday. I haven't really discussed it in complete detail with anyone because I'm still attempting to process it myself. It's not going so well.

I haven't been writing here although I have managed to fill up a quarter of a one subject notebook with scribblings. I doubt they'd make much sense to anyone other than me.

I'm tired. I'm really really tired. And it has very little to do with this job.

I'm tired of expectations and my failure to meet them. I'm tired of always being stressed. I'm tired of being misunderstood. I'm just tired. We'll leave it at that.

We sold out tonight. I sold the last few rooms after Mark left. Tomorrow is Saturday and then I have a day off which is good because I really need one.

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