bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i hear you knockin', but i'm not letting you in... i don't know why, but it's very hard for me to breathe this morning. i suspect it has something to do with my cat.... ok, not really, but it would be funny to blame all of my ailments on Sadie. also, i went back and reread some entries and i'm pretty mortified by both my spelling and typing errors. I guess there's something john sinclair about it being all off the cuff, but if there's one thing i hate, it's looking like a moron, so i'm going to at least try to proof read these things once. It's 10 am, i am the only person at work right now and it's kinda nice. i have dozens of reciepts to straighten out. i really hate money and all matters pertaining to money a lot. a lot a lotta lot lot. I seriously don't feel good. maybe i'll do my reciepts, fax in my time sheet, go have my oil changed and then sit in the national arboretum for a while and just breathe. i think someone's knocking on the door. fuck it, i don't feel like answering. 10:05 a.m. - 2001-06-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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