Feb 13, 2004 21:28
So Monday is my uncle's deathday. One year. Today was the day, one year ago, that anyone saw him alive. The next day, he was unconscious and on life support. Two days later, they took him off life support, knowing that he wouldn't survive. He was brain dead.
Needless to say, I am quite beside myself. That all happened way too fast. Waaaay too fast. He was too young.
Something is really wrong with me. I haven't eaten much since two days ago. Uhh, a breakfast sandwich and a salad...that's all. I'm afraid that something bad is going to happen and now I'm getting all worked up about it. I have so much anxiety.
Umm, yeah, anyways...now that I've exposed myself...work really sucked. It was so fucking crowded. I need a new job. Me and John are gonna go job-hunting soon, so, umm, yay...?
Meh...
I just want to go curl up in a little ball, fall aseep, and never wake up again. I'm sure no one would care.
And, to make matters worse, I have work on Sunday from 10-6. I need to find a way to get off work. If I call out sick, I will have to find someone else to work for me, which, would be impossible because no one ever works for you.
**Anyone with some sort of plan to get me off of work, leave a comment ASAP. It's imperative that I get off work. Thanks.**
Alright, I'm gonna go in my room and wrap myself in a blanket.