July 18, 2002 :: 8:44 a.m.
just get me out of here
My parents are fighting. Gotta love that as a good morning, eh? *sigh* If I didn't work this morning I'd just go back to bed, but unfortunately I do. I'm hungry but I don't want to go out there. It's this thing I had. Whenever they fight, I just want to hide and cry. Childish, I suppose, but I've never claimed to be Miss Maturity. I actually contemplated climbing out my window to go to work, so as to avoid crossing their paths, but that would involve lots of moving stuff around and possibly breaking my neck (I'm not the most graceful person alive), so... no.
Any remaining warm fuzziness rom yesterday is gone now. Good days never last and bad ones drag on forever. Sucks how that works.
Forgive the lack of amusing metaphors in this entry. I'm not in top form at the moment. I'll write later, hopefully with something amusing to say.
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