Mmm, Darjeeling tea right here at my desk. It's HOT and it's YUMMY and I'm even okay for caffeine today. My hands are slowly warming up from their office-air-conditioning-induced iciness. I'm even getting stuff done this morning. Life doesn't suck.
July 15th, 2002
Frustrated. Angry. As usual, no one's fault but my own. Why am I such a MORON? Why do I procrastinate things? Ugh. This is the second time in a row I have screwed up this particular thing, too, which just makes it indescribably worse.
Can I just run away now? I'll move to someplace where no one can find me, no Internet connection, no phone, nothing. I'll never have to worry about this again. I won't guilt myself into trying a third time, and I'll never even have to fess up that I, CJ Smith, f*cked it up AGAIN. I'll just vanish. I won't let anybody down ever again. Poof, I'm invisible, I'm gone.
Can I just run away now? I'll move to someplace where no one can find me, no Internet connection, no phone, nothing. I'll never have to worry about this again. I won't guilt myself into trying a third time, and I'll never even have to fess up that I, CJ Smith, f*cked it up AGAIN. I'll just vanish. I won't let anybody down ever again. Poof, I'm invisible, I'm gone.
Rob really appreciated my support last Friday.
YAY! I appreciated his, too.
That night, Rob and I were both pretty emotionally fragile when we got home. It was late; we were tired. We had to get to sleep, but neither of us was very happy about it. So we spent about five minutes talking. Each of us had our mini-vent, each of us got support, and we felt MUCH BETTER!
Now *that's* quality time.
YAY! I appreciated his, too.
That night, Rob and I were both pretty emotionally fragile when we got home. It was late; we were tired. We had to get to sleep, but neither of us was very happy about it. So we spent about five minutes talking. Each of us had our mini-vent, each of us got support, and we felt MUCH BETTER!
Now *that's* quality time.