Sunday, October 24, 2010

Sunday night

Tomorrow is my first day as the boss of the pooey cafe I spend my days at. I've been running the place for months anyway, but tomorrow it's all on me and I am stressed. I don't doubt my ability to do the job, just my desire. It's so easy to get depressed and bogged down in the shitty day to day that is my life. I want to be more creative, but who has the time? I want to be with my son more, but who has the time? When I'm at home with him I'm cranky and stressed and doing the laundry. Ugggh more than anything though, I'm sick of being so sorry for myself. Got. To. Sort. This. Shit. Out!

Peace out bitches