I can't decide if it was wednesday night or thursday morning that my life went from reality or surreality, but now that it's monday morning and I have to go to work-- still exhausted and feeling terrible after the week of appointments without any answers, really-- I'm finding it very difficult to jog myself back into reality.
and I think I'm pissing off John, who is actually being somewhat productive and trying to get ready for work and I'm just hiding here in bed.
it's like I'm on some kind of bad trip, or a rollercoaster ride and I want to get off. what the fuck is up with that?
just let me go. let me go.
let me go to work and be the little banker girl. that really shouldn't be so hard, should it?
and I think I'm pissing off John, who is actually being somewhat productive and trying to get ready for work and I'm just hiding here in bed.
it's like I'm on some kind of bad trip, or a rollercoaster ride and I want to get off. what the fuck is up with that?
just let me go. let me go.
let me go to work and be the little banker girl. that really shouldn't be so hard, should it?
Next week...no days off...booourns.