2004-09-01 - 9:47 p.m.
One day to go. Swimming shorts, check. Sunscreen, Check.
This morning I thought Everything would be terrible. but it wasn't. I only had to serve one jerk, and that was at the very beginning of the day. The rest of the day was jerk free, and the red sox keep winning, and I'm one work day away from my vacation.
I know, I know.. I'm a broken record. But I'm bitter and tired. I suspect everyone of treachery. I'm lonely. Fuck all. I dunno. I'm happy too. I'm excited. I'm conflicted, I'm crazy, I think. I'm totally losing it. Oh well
As the plane says, "Who cares."
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