Saturday, August 14, 2004

I seriously do not want to go tomorrow.

Yes, I do need to go. I will not get paid unless I show up for work. And then we will starve. Well, maybe not starve, but get a lot of depressing letters from lawyers, and banks.

And I know that once I am there, I will be fine. I won't be alone anymore all day. I will immerse myself in work, and get to meet so many of my good friends. Parties galore. Fun fun fun.


I will be away from two women that truly love me. And that is going to hurt.

Yeah, I know. Boo-hoo.