I think the stress is getting to me again like it did a couple of weeks ago. I really do not feel good. It’s Friday, even. The weekends are so short now; only two days like they’re supposed to be, I reckon. Is it good that as soon as I arrive I can’t wait for the day to be over? Normal, perhaps, but after three weeks of work?
*sigh*
Okay. I’ll make it. His Word says that we shall run and not grow weary… I wonder if sitting behind a desk and plugging away at a stupid computer program would still qualify for that promise?
hey, get used to it boy. welcome to the real world. haha. why don’t you like it? heck, i’ll trade you right now. you can live in g-ville and attend remedial comm college classes, live at home, etc. and I’ll live in beautiful st augustine and go to work which is sitting in front of a pc and getting paid. heck yeah. my dream right there.
There’s still an empty room in the apartment–you just gotta find a job here. And let me put whatever I want up on the walls.
:o)
hey, works for me