Jan 02, 2006 13:16
Every muscle in my body aches. My palms are bruised from tripping over my own damn feet and falling into a pile of gravel. I have to go back to work an hour early because my client's daughter is too lazy to get her own mother ready for a birthday party she's taking her to. My house is gradually becoming decluttered but all I feel like doing is sleeping. Isn't there more to life than this?
Last night I had myself completely convinced not to go to Disney. I came up with a hundred and one reasons why I shouldn't go. I guess I would rather bask in this miserable existence I created for myself than tell that uppity bitch daughter that I work for to go _ _ _ _ herself. I'm a coward, plain and simple. The only fear and anxiety I feel about leaving this town is the tongue lashing I'll probably receive once I hand that wench my notice. Rather than feel relieved that I'm leaving, I'm terrified. I wish I would have quit sooner. Things would have been so much easier.
I can't believe that something I've been looking forward to has become so hard for me.