I can't talk about it, but work is bad right now.
B. A. D.
I'm not even kidding. I know you think I'm exaggerating. I'm not. It sucks. And if I could talk about it, I would.
B. A. D.
That's where I've been...and I am exhausted. I am on day 8 in row today...and the last day I was off I spent at the hospital with my mom...so, that really doesn't count...does it?
I'm trying my best to avoid a nervous breakdown, but it's coming. A major fall apart is in the works. I am depressed, irritable and ready to bite someone's head off...
And no one at work really cares how I feel about it. So, I'm counting on you to feel sorry for me.
At least today is Halloween and I got to wear my nifty new headband that Noele brought me from New Orleans. And that pirate with me? That's really PJ.
I think my teeth used to be whiter. Oh well.