Aug 18, 2010 14:29
Four is my favorite number (:
Things are not looking up for this damn job with Sammy. I'm feeling like a failure because this doctor is locked up tighter than a farmer's daughter. I may have to branch out and ask for some help. God I hate that word. Sammy must thing I'm an idiot! Maybe I'm just out of practice. Maybe I'm a loser! No. I need to have more confidence. I'm just frustrated. I've been in this freaking room for like three days trying to get this done. We need to know everything we can if he's going to want the doctor.
I think I may have to call her help ]:
Also I cannot find my Lamb Baby. I swear to God I packed it, I didn't leave it in Italy, I can't have! I've had my little stuffed Lamb Baby since I was five, it's my last connection to home. And I can't find it! I cannot believe this is making me cry a little. I need to go look for it. I just know it has to be
Found it! (: Oh, how happy am I?
I need a drink.
i need a drink,
i'm good at my job,
where is that picture of eames again?,
dear diary,
right?,
little lamb baby,
stressing out,
point man-ing