Monday, December 12, 2005

journal entry one hundred...

wow. look at me writing in my journal all the time like a good, dedicated, disciplined writer. maybe there's hope for me after all.

i came in to work early this morning so i could write and print out some stuff but my boss came in early too and i've been running around like a crazy person trying to accommodate her and haven't had any time to myself. what is this, like, work or something?!

it's kind of gloomy out so i'm feeling sort of mellow and dreamy. i wish it was still sunday so i could be home to make a pot of tea and curl up with babycat and a good book.

not really happy but not sad either. and i'm okay with that.


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