April 24, 2002 :: 12:37 p.m.
argh
Why is it that every time I'm in a good mood, content with my life, my relationship, or myself, something fucking comes along to blow it out of the water?
edited at 3:54 p.m. I called the guy from the bagel shop - I go in tomorrow at noon for some training. So now I'm employed again, I guess. I'm going to be working with Joe - he got hired, too - and that'll definitely make for some interesting days.
I need to talk to Adam, but I can't get ahold of him to save my life. Too bad that when I actually want to talk about things, I can't. Grr.
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