If I know I can trank out just one freak on stilts I know I've done my job. Hello Goodbye!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I went to work today, it was killing me. I need to quit my job because I loose my mind because of it.
I fold shirts for 7 hours, which doesn't give you much distraction, therefore I fold shirts while I simply think about how horrible my life is for several hours a day. Obviously that is not good for my depression. Oh well.
I still hate my life.
I didn't do tothe movies, but I might go tomorrow.
Current Mood:
crappy