Nose to the grindstone.
Man, why am I such a sucker. This is my sixth day in a row of work. My boss keeps taking on more days and I'm like "uh huh". What a moron! I need a vaca! I was really happy a few minutes ago then I talked to Marc. I hate having a one sided relationship, its no fun. I want as much energy and atention from him as I give to him. Its just the way my life is. I always get involved with people who could care less about me. I'm a trophy girl. Some prize too, not. I swear I was soooo happy and I was gonna write some funny funny stuff, now I am in no mood to be funny. I hate insomnia, I swear I have it, I am totally addicted to Tylenal PMs. Marc falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, his big fat self obsorbed head. Ahhhhhh! Why, do I let it happen?