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Wednesday, June 1, 2005

› by victoria

don't you just hate it when everything falls down on you at once, stress-wise speaking?
like when you open up an overstuffed closet and piled-up sports equipment, stuffed animals and old toys with sharp edges just keep on falling down on top of you, as you attempt to defend yourself by waving your arms?

today is definitely one of those days.

I have learned that I must, must start my commute to school/work early. It is bullshit, but i absolutely have to. I have been skimming on being late the past 2 days and the stress is's not always my fault--the bus is killer-slow, stopping to pick up everybody and their brother AND their baby in a stroller AND their elderly, frail uncle with the walker--but I still feel like it's my fault. When I feel guilty at work, I can't even allow myself to go to the bathroom. I feel like I am obligated to stay at the desk and do anything without complaint because the traffic was bad. Goddamnit.

Plus the dude with the website project emailed us back today. I guess that's good, since it means he got my email, and it's relatively pleasant and very businesslike (*I think, after a quick perusal of it) but it's the last thing that Biff needs to hear about right now, since he (Biff) is stressing out hardcore about his MIAD application and how he has to finish his portfolio website...

Plus I need to mail the rent check today. And go to class, and go to work right after that until five.


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