I'm cutting seeing the doctor today.

I feel like I'm back at WestConn cutting classes.

I quit Starbucks today. It drove me crazy (finally.) so I'm unemployed in three weeks. I applied for a job at the Ridgefield Press but Brian took the position that I wanted. Damn. It's not like I still couldn't try for it but it just kinda stinks because it seemed like a pretty sweet gig. Writing, thinking, observing, DOING SOMETHING! Not just doing rote work, making skim lattes over and over and over again for super surly over-privedged housewives.

Doing for me is much better than doing for them.

Things have gotten better.

Maybe not so much for my computer because something within it has fried so I have to check my mail now at the library...and that's where I am now, killing time before I go off to do the laundry.

Of course, within a month lots of things have transpired.

First. I am feeling better. I hate to admit it, but I think the meds are helping. B. Brian broke up with me. It was a couple weeks ago. I don't know what the hell is going on because everything is still all nicey-nice...it's very confusing to me. Boys are wierd. III. This whole WTC, terrorist thing...wow. This has been one hell of a month.