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Saturday, Jun. 14, 2003 @ 3:54 A.M.

Suck my thermos and then you die...

I have decided that if everything that pissed me off would just go away, I would be completely happy. 'Course, I wouldn't have a job or employees... but on the plus side, no more boss!

Today was ice bee-otchiness on a small scale. I was very Asiany and cold. I couldn't get enthused about anything. Everything was petty. Brent was a let-down. He showed up waaaaay later than he should have and I had to, once again, do the cash and floor job on a really busy Friday night.

Did I mention that I have a twitch in my right eyelid that won't go away? It's really starting to bother me. I'm stressing on things that I shouldn't have to stress about, but if I don't it will be left to the boss and that could spell disaster for the theatre. Imagine that woman doing the employee schedule, the movie schedule, the marjack order... everything, every week. AAAAACK!!! My eyelid is in a constant state of twitch just thinking about it.

It's lucky that I held my tongue when I had some really biting comment to say. On a bad day, I can reduce a person to tears... and only feel bad about it after I'm back to my rested, less stressed self.

Jen asked me what was wrong, but I had no idea what was wrong with me. I just felt like crap and hated life and wanted to destroy something while dissin' its mama. I was just numbly doing some stupid thing to keep occupied. I also have nothing to say when it comes to my feelings. I had none at that point. I wasn't angry or anything, just numb. I wanted to deck something. But I abhor violent acts, so I didn't really want to hurt anyone. I'm not sure what to say. I'm ambivalent. I'm tired. I don't care about anything. Whatever.

Sorry, Brendan, I know how much you hate that, but that's how it is.

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