11:45 pm - Tuesday, Feb. 17, 2004
Shave my legs!
C wants to talk to me - puts a pit in my stomach...that him and K are on a trip together, creating some sort of conspiracy. I shouldn't be scared to return to my job, and work with the people that I CHOSE. How ironic. I have nobody to blame but myself. I indulged in a little bit of reality tv tonight, and it really threw me off of schedule. I didn't leave the house today - no reason to...nowhere to go, really, until I get my work done. So it's back up to the living room to get started. Drowning in it, really. I want to take care of myself, but I lack any real motivation. Eyebrows need plucking, nails need painting, legs need shaving...all in good time.
