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Thursday, March 11, 2004
I hate being home alone. I am not really enjoying work all that much with how much i have done, but I hate being home alone more. I start out ok, and I feel good in the morning, but by evening I am starting to feel blue and hating being here alone. I love the internet cause I can at least hop on and talk to people but its not the same as having people you love and respect around to talk with, gripe to, and laugh with. You can't give the computer a hug, a kiss or snuggle up with it at night.
I had to get up at 8am to open the garage for the people delivering my bro's furniture, so I am tired cause it took me 2hrs to wind down from work last night which mean it was 1am before I even went to bed. Work called like 6 times today, they couldn't decide if they wanted me to work this afternoon on surgical or tomorrow afternoon on maternity, so on the 6th phone call I finally find out I have to go work tomorrow afternoon... bleh, woulda rathered getting it over and done with. I wish they would think a bit ahead and call around a bit more, they are stealing staff from one shift to put on another shift and then they figure they can fill the shift they came from and quite often they can't, its just slack.
I think I am dyslexic, but only somedays, I either mix letters around or I just leave them out of what I am writing, sometimes what I write is so garbled I am lucky if I can understand it, let alone anyone else. I also substitute some words for other words, if i change what I am thinking mid sentence or someone else is talking about something else I will end up saying something about what they said half way through another sentence, its just weird. Its a wonder anyone can understand me!
Anyways
Off to relax a while
Laters


3:16 AM

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