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Friday night @ The Mall
We are having a film festival this weekend of documentaries. Kind of a snore, but not entirely. People still take thier kids to the mall bar for some reason, and they still hit thier big heads on the bottom of tha saloon doors. Stupid parents of the soon to be stupid kids...
My new meds are making me feel kind of manic and good, full of energy, like. I dont' know if that will turn me into one of those bright, young go-getter types, or into a raving lunatic. Frankly, either one would be fun. Maybe I'll turn into a *gasp* sane person...of course then I'd need to find all new friends and druigs and everything else.
Work is good. My cheque is tiny. And that one irritating guy is still irritating.
My hot, hot boss, however, is still awful damn handsome.
And my short, short hair is making me feel extra cute.
My new meds are making me feel kind of manic and good, full of energy, like. I dont' know if that will turn me into one of those bright, young go-getter types, or into a raving lunatic. Frankly, either one would be fun. Maybe I'll turn into a *gasp* sane person...of course then I'd need to find all new friends and druigs and everything else.
Work is good. My cheque is tiny. And that one irritating guy is still irritating.
My hot, hot boss, however, is still awful damn handsome.
And my short, short hair is making me feel extra cute.