What the heck is going on… I don’t think my face is ever supposed to be ok. I just go swatted with a plastic spoon. And, of course, it was right where you wouldn’t want to get hit. In the eye. My right eye is all sore from it. It was a co-worker, and an accident… and it sucks. I’m doomed to be unhealthy forever. Awesome.

No one truly understands the power of MAN BLOCK!

I feel old, ugly, grotesque and unattractive.

I hate this. I hate not being able to talk to her. No contact. Nothing. Especially when I end up with a day of sitting in a waiting room with zero reading material. Then things slow down at work a bit. Idle hands. Making me bonkers. It’s completely like loosing someone, and it hurts in all the same ways. I’m quite sure she’s shed at least one tear, and maybe even grabbed the phone once. It’s in moments like this, you start to see connections between everything and anything with your own reality. Like, a girl on a show a saw last night, wanting to call the person she missed, dialed, and quickly hung up. Then I read something about losing someone, when they move away. Time I guess… yet, I still remain ‘optimistic’, but, I hope it’s for the right reasons.