Saturday, December 18, 2004

slump

My feet are cold.

It's a day where all the ends are coming unravelled. Probably I just need sleep; when I feel like an emotional disaster, that's usually the case.

Overworked? Yes. Underpaid? Hell yes. Overwrought? Definitely.

Plus it's a Saturday night and I'm sitting in my apartment. Fun, fun.

So, if you have any Christmas cheer to spare, could you send it my way? I hate this. I don't even feel like being positive. I'm by myself in Indiana and I can't go home.

I want my mom.
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