March 19th, 2002

S&G 1

(no subject)

I feel really icky. I don't know what it is. I want to cry. Maybe it's PMS, but I thought that birth control changed that around. I can't explain it. Maybe I just miss Cory (we had a good weekend, you see). Maybe I'm going through food withdrawls (I'm trying to lose, weight, you see. It's a contest.) Maybe I'm tired. But I had plenty of sleep last night. Maybe it's just that the stupid front desk is making me restless. I sit in the same stupid chair all day, answering phones and greeting people and being a lump. I don't like sitting in one place for eight hours.

All I want right now is a Whopper.

I'm gonna go do... something. I don't know what. Probably just sit here staring at the monitor some more. I don't want to do that.