I'm in a funk today. Sometimes I don't get over things easily. I carry my heart on my sleeve and it always gets bruised and battered. I need to just get rid of the stupid thing altogether and become a cold, mean bee-yotch, right? Can't touch this! Yeah, right. I don't know what I expect. Some of my friends have stopped blogging, some have changed their email, some have just left the building. Life can be cold and distant.
Work is super busy. It has taken over my life. Just what I wanted, to be a workaholic. They pay me well, and I can't complain because so many I know are unemployed. I should just shut the fuck up I guess.
I may be taking a short trip to Cali in June. If I can get off work.