Note to self

it will get better.

i know, but right now it really sucks.

well, buck up, little camper, as Charles De Mar used to tell Lane Meyer.

I'll do the best I can.

i have my Performance Review at work today.
those always make me nervous, even though my boss lady tells me I Rock every day.

I should listen to her. i DO rock.
even though i am tired and i forgot my lunch today.

ok, well, I've got to go.

*cursing stupid Filemaker*

jenne out.

i wish the pain would stop.
the worrying.
the hurts.
i wish i could find a job that i can handle being at, without having to constantly get up and walk away and try to smile.
and i wish i wish i could defeat the evils in my mind and body.

the end.