Pickle’s going to the vet today, she was fine and eating when I went back to sleep this morning, but she’s been vomiting since I got up. Poor little thing

Please let me survive just one more day at work without going completely insane mere hours before my vacation starts. Make all the old people friendly and all the crazies amusing. That’s all I ask for. Pretty please?

I think I’m going to take a bubblebath. And I might actually take the iPod in there with me.

… there are things you just don’t want to have to say in any conversation/discussion/argument, like “don’t touch me or I will hit you so you hurt like I do,” and “please take your box cutters to work with you.”

There are times when I go days, sometimes weeks, where I feel normal inside, and then there are times when I feel positively messed up. This is one of those messed up weeks. I thought I was getting better about some things, but as the week has gone on it’s more and more glaringly obvious that I’m not.

Can I just take a day out of work and spend the entire day in a bubblebath?