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03 July 2007

♥ what a day, what a day.

Today was quite possibly the strangest day I've had in a long, long time. Between the hearing-gone-awry this morning, the longest shift ever in the universe at work (partly because I had to spend half the shift holding back tears and explaining my lateness / need to give paperwork to various supervisors), and, as a fitting end to the night, one of the most unexpected things that's ever happened to me.

I have a pretty certain feeling about the former; as scared as I am, I know it's something I have to do. I know I have to take a stand and put that asshole in his place.

Of course it's obvious how I feel about work; it sucks. Being a productive member of society is entirely overrated.

When it comes to the latter, however, I'm at a complete loss. Of couse I know what I want (or at least I think I do; it's one of the few things I've been relatively certain of over the last six months or so), but I'm not sure if it's within reach, and even if it was, I don't know how I'd get it.

Taking things as they come is a lot harder when they all come out of the blue.

♥ the best is yet to be.
7/03/2007

♥ yours truly. ;

    "And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

♥ Thank you

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