a horribly sickeningly sweet thought
And I go to bed with a horribly sickeningly sweet thought… my pillow still smells like Christopher. Its comforting somehow.
Daily Archive: September 22, 2003
fired: not even an exit interview
It’s done. I’m home. I still have my badge. I never got anyone to “inspect” my moving out box, so for all they know I could have swiped EPA blind… which I didn’t. I wrote a letter to everyone this...
I could think of 100 other places I’d rather be
Last night it hit me. I think I realize just how depressed the layoff situation has made me and how its affecting me otherwise. I could barely get to sleep, every little noise kept me awake and right now I...