sad things

[cimorene]

i feel like... like...

this is the worst week i've experienced for a long, long, long, long time. i wonder if it's a negative effect of the medication or if... just a bad week. maybe i'm over-reacting. augh, i don't know anything anymore. but i just can't go around prepared all the time in case a huge staggering tidal wave of noxious filthy sticky depression lands on me/sweeps me away; it isn't possible. and then it happens and... it knocks you over and drowns you.

and i hate suspecting i am incompetent.

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[patchworkdragon.livejournal.com]

::hugs::

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[cimness.livejournal.com]

aw! thanks.

yup

[kwirbx.livejournal.com]

I forgot to clock in at work, had a miserable day at work, locked my keys in the store, tried to break into the store, mall security beat me up, then they agreed to let me get the manager to prove everything i was saying. Arm is bleeding in several places from the "break in," Wondered around the mall for someones cell phone i could use. Ran into someone at EB that i knew and also worked there, she said wade had a store key. Wade works at the pizza place in the mall so this was questionable. Didn't know wades number. She called a friend who had wades number. Got wades number. Wade wasn't at home. I remembered him saying something about going to Jamies house. Don't know jamies number. Doesn't matter since Jamies phone is off anyway. Just happend to know that too :) So i called Jon, jons cell is off. She offered to drop me off at jamies. Turns out wade was only joking about having a key. Tab was there, asked him if i could call the manager on his phone since i didn't know his number. Turns out, David never answers his phone. I knew this too, since he has a little note above his phone number in the office "i will NEVER answer this phone. leave a message!" So, two hours later he calls and we eventually get to the mall again. Doors locked. Had to go around back, luckily construction was goin on so doors were open. Tried to get in the arcade with key. Key sucks, lock sucks. Second attempt, no good. Third attempt, YES! finnaly. Go to the back, keys aren't there. Look in backpack...keys aren't there. Davids pregnant wife looks impatient, so does tab and david. Clear the desk, KEYS! Yes, finnaly i get to go home on my motercycle....look outside...its raining...

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[cimness.livejournal.com]

ouch.

[mamahooch.livejournal.com]

I wish I could help you with all of this. As it is, I can only assure you that you are IN ABSOLUTELY NO WAY incompetent. At anything. So stop suspecting it, y'hear? *kisses*

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[cimness.livejournal.com]

ah, you don't know me well enough. i'm unable to make myself get a job, for one.