| 2002-11-07 - 4:41 p.m.
That's the sound of the man.....
Workin' on the chain gaaaaang.... Do you ever have to work rillyrilly hard to quash an urge to just....literally run screaming from the building? That's where I am now. I am so sick of the same damn thing every day....and it's not even the same damn GOOD thing every day. It's so....boring in its crisis-ness. I'm like an audio factory worker. Record it and plug it in. Lather, rinse repeat for tomorrow. And do it again. One more once. Blah blah blah BLAH, ad nauseam. Oh good, I'm reading stock quotes. Again. Wheeeee. The old man volunteer is here, typing and sneezing and snorking. Ugh. I'm having one of those days where I am just uncomfortable. Uncomfortable in my clothes, which don't seem to be fitting right, uncomfortable with my hair, which is suddenly too long and looking stupid and bugging the shit outta me. I want to go home and put on jeans and sit and read my book. Or work on the tree skirt. I want to not be here. GOD, I want to not be here.
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