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I wonder how much I can write in about 10 minutes, because that's when I am leaving work. This is my first web journal EVER. Whoa, that's exciting shit, isn't it? I've been keeping a mood diary so my psychiatrist can see exactly what I have been experiencing over the past week. Yeah, for those of you reading this, check out the bio: I'm certifable. I've got bipolar, and I'm on new meds. I've been up and down lately, manic, but no depression. I finally slept last night, and boy, was that refreshing. I've got to go home to the family next week for the ho-ho-holidays. I both love and hate this time of year. Love it, because everyone seems to be cooler and happier and more willing to give goodwill and all o' that jazz. Hate it because, Christ, when it's over, it's like, great, now I have 11 more months of drudgery to drudge through. Son of a BITCH. Kill me now. Let me tell you all something: life is boring me to tears right now. Wake, work, eat, sleep. It's all so damn exhausting. At least I only have one more semester of school, and then I'm gonna blow this joint. Don't know where I'm blowin' to quite yet, but anywhere's better than here. Check ya later. Post a comment in response: |
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