Earlier today...

I started writing a post in my head during work that I was going to put up on the journal.

Decided about halfway through the inner monologue that it was pretty much whiny emo-fest material shit nobody needed to see.

Feel a little better now, but not great. General gist?

Not happy with my life. Mostly having to do with 'wah, I have no one' (sparked by 'if I can't take care of myself, especially later in life, there's no one to pick up the slack, so I'm pretty much fucked, thanks.').

My eye is infected again, and I don't want this being a yearly thing. And it's pissing me off that my vision has gone south. Again.

I am tired. Physically and emotionally. And I really don't know if/when I'm going to get a break from it.

My three day weekend was pretty much undone half an hour into work, since all the stuff that supposedly wasn't going to show up on Friday, did. Plus a full compliment of shit for today, plus even more stuff right when I thought I could finally relax an hour before my shift was supposed to end.

I need a hug and a long break from life. (Then again, who doesn't?)


...okay, I whined anyway. Sorry about that.