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{Reservations} {Tickets} {Map} {Photos} {Souvaniers} {Postcards} {Design} 2003-03-26 | 11:53 a.m. Diary, this morning I prayed to God to just let me know if it's over. If I'm done, cuz then I can get somewhere. Unstuck. Maybe I'll just live like the answer's "Yes" and if I'm wrong, there's really no harm done. In a way, I think I've begun that, in buying my truck. Buying some real furniture. In my reaction to my working conditions, too. Nothing seems to overwhelm me anymore. And I'm going to end my entry here because, Diary, I refuse to spend even one hour of my vacation crying. Miss These? absence of life - 2003-07-28 |
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