dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How much is too much? Woke up this morning all sweaty and panicky. Something isn't right. I was crabby and snapped at the kid and the stupid kitten ran into her room, jumped on the homemade canopy and peed all over the bed. *sigh* Going to take the kid to get a haircut today and hopefully maybe buy myself some new pants or something. I will probably pass on the pants. I also need a haircut, but that will have to wait, too. I'm so very tired of waiting. I sit here tapping my foot and chewing my cuticles waiting for something to happen. I long to see a certain face and I think he's hiding from me and the reasons are as clear as mud. I'm trying to be cool and calm and act as though it doesn't matter, but my insides are all in knots. This is not the kind of torture I am into. I'm starting to feel like the guy with the stapler in Office Space. 10:07 a.m. - February 01, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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