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its like a kick in the shin. my mood affects my work more than i thought. kick in the shin. how grateful am i? i'm going to start looking for a new job, such a team player. i must make more money than this. must. and i wanted a pb&j sandwich but the bread is moldy. and i thought i wanted mozzarella sticks, but i'm too lazy to leave the house, it would require putting on different pants and a jacket. i got 3 of my magazines today, but i glanced through them and didn't feel compelled to read anything, just flipped pages. i'm alone again this evening, anyone else sensing a pattern here? good, glad it's not just me, or in this case it is. talked to my mom, that was good. i'm bored as fuck, tv isn't very stimulating. it's kind of devoid of content. i want something to feed off of something. a battery. nothing special. update on yesterday: so i said what i thought. and the details there of are not for anyone but me. there. at least you went out on the limb, it's not your fault if it breaks out from under you right? right. i didn't feel crazy today, that was alright. one never knows what is around the corner. my nails are still here, except for the nail on my left pinky finger which i peeled of at work. this is one of those throw it away situations. and i can't concentrate, even if i should. no fruit punch daydream for me.