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When did I become so fucking high maintenance? Because, apparently, I have. :( I hate the way I feel, seemingly all the time, these days. Too much stress, too many demands, too much that has to be done, too many slams and not enough reward, and too damn much whining, a great deal of it on my part, until even I fucking loathe me. All of it adds up to my doing a piss poor job of keeping quiet when I really really should and to too much inappropriate venting. What I really need is to set up shop in a remote cabin somewhere, where I never deal with people except for the courier who brings projects for me to take care of and picks up the results of that labor, completed in peace and quiet either day or night so long as by deadline, and a weekly paycheck arriving by smiling postman at 12 sharp every Saturday. Give me a phone and a fax and email and then leave me the hell alone. That, and a boatload of anti-depressants. Next Saturday, I get to hit things. It can't happen soon enough. Me, I'll be burnin' thru those drama points. Peace out, copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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