Hope is the thing with feathers.
Damn body deciding it needed to have a hypo and wake me up. So I'm up, with not quite eight hours of sleep.
Cary wrote a very good column this morning. Read it.
Still have the damn cold. Been waking up with eye crud. Not fun.
But I feel guilty for many things, for none of which I should feel guilty.
I feel guilty for leaving work on time Thursday night, and needing to finish my story on Sunday.
I feel guilty complaining about a cold in a post where there's a link to a column about someone dealing with cancer.
I feel guilty for not donating to tsunami relief, even though I know I don't have the money to do so comfortably. All of you students who are living on the taxpayers' dollars and have money for something besides ramen and gas can donate for me, OK?
I feel guilty because I don't volunteer for anything.
I feel guilty because I haven't written my thank you notes yet for Christmas... and I should.
Cary wrote a very good column this morning. Read it.
Still have the damn cold. Been waking up with eye crud. Not fun.
But I feel guilty for many things, for none of which I should feel guilty.
I feel guilty for leaving work on time Thursday night, and needing to finish my story on Sunday.
I feel guilty complaining about a cold in a post where there's a link to a column about someone dealing with cancer.
I feel guilty for not donating to tsunami relief, even though I know I don't have the money to do so comfortably. All of you students who are living on the taxpayers' dollars and have money for something besides ramen and gas can donate for me, OK?
I feel guilty because I don't volunteer for anything.
I feel guilty because I haven't written my thank you notes yet for Christmas... and I should.