11 hours until I start my new job. I am utterly mortified. So much pressure... 5-7 weeks of training... Can I survive in a real job? Can I handle real responsibility? I get the feeling that sleep won't be happening much tonight.
um..... that's tough. Ok. It's obscure, but Fritz the cat. He was this SICK cat in a 70's animated flick. It's a mind fuck, but you should all watch it.
I'm getting hit by a feeling of utter despair. Not sure what it's from exactly.... but I've been feeling it since we went to that funeral last week. It shouldn't be holding on like this. It's like there's this hole in my chest that is gaping open, looking for what was missing. I only wish I knew exactly what it was that has disappeared.