Saturday, October 26, 2002

once i get to work, i'll be a bit better; it's just the gettin there that takes too much effort. The walk home this morning (last night) in the rain was good for me, gave me a chance to think about stuff. The usual stuff, not real pleasant stuff; and the mood sets in, and i didn't want to wake up, and be stuck in the mood, but you just can't help it. All the worries of being alone, underemployed, etc, can't stay away for very long, so I'll just deal with them quietly as I put on my happy "Can I Help You?" face for work.