Boy am I ever in a foul mood today.  But no one ever reads here anyway, so I can say whatever I want, right?

The day even started out bad.  Boss was yelling as soon as I walked in the door this morning.  Not at me, for once, but it still doesn’t set a very productive tone for the workplace.   Not that I was feeling terribly motivated anyway.  I’m sick of that place.

While I’m at it, I’m also sick of my hair, my complexion and the size of my thighs.  I’m sick of apartment living and sharing walls with people I don’t know.  Most of all, I am acutely sick of being a single person in a couple’s world.  Unrequited love is the story of my life.  I stared at my monitor this afternoon and cried thinking about it.