frankly

in my fridge are 3 mostly finished bottles of diet coke and one jug of pink lemonade, mixed 3 weeks ago.

i have been working 16 hours a day, stopping only briefly to run to the corner store to grab whatever food they stock-- not much. fudgesicles, alphaghettis, frozen vegetables and tomato soup are the present staples of my diet.

i ran out of gas today on my way home from the doctor-- the only thing that has been able to tear me away from my desk for the past 2 weeks or so. a couple of nice guys pushed me through the intersection. and then lucky me, i got to walk 10 blocks to a gas station. and back.

please save me. or at least give me some intonation for these pathetic sentences.

weird thing though, i'm actually pretty happy. i like being crazy busy. i like stress. just need to make it to a real grocery store and i'll probably be o.k.

BORING, i know. tell me something exciting so i can live vicariously.