Dawn's Digression.
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
Today Is A Better Day
Today is a better day, and I knew it would be. After work yesterday I went to Rachel's and we hung out and then went to dinner. Then I picked Ruby up at the airport and took her to Whataburger. They don't have Whataburgers in the north! Poor thing. I've never seen anyone enjoy a hamburger like that. She's been deprived. Ruby and I discussed me going to Lubbock with her today because I was concerned about her making the drive after a full day of traveling, but we agreed in the end it was probably best if she go alone. Not before I started getting excited about being locked in a vehicle with my best friend for 12 hours, though. I was thinking we could experience some good bonding during that time.
I have sent out my resume for several jobs. Two jobs at a nearby hospital, three at a local school district. Today I think I will try a bank. I got that job downtown. The one with the professional dress and firewalled internet access. I told the lady I'm going to think it over, but I already know I'm turning it down. I am actually glad they did not offer me more money than they did, so I don't really have to entertain the offer.
Michele and I discussed my pitiful moodiness last night, and after talking to her, I felt much worse than I did before. It isn't her fault. She said all the right things like that she will eat better with me, we can go on walks, etc. I don't understand why I am so moody. I don't understand why I refuse to be happy. I don't understand why I won't do what I need to do to improve how I feel. Why do I do that? Rachel says I have a true chemical imbalance. Michele says I need to exercise. I say I need to get the hell over it.
I have sent out my resume for several jobs. Two jobs at a nearby hospital, three at a local school district. Today I think I will try a bank. I got that job downtown. The one with the professional dress and firewalled internet access. I told the lady I'm going to think it over, but I already know I'm turning it down. I am actually glad they did not offer me more money than they did, so I don't really have to entertain the offer.
Michele and I discussed my pitiful moodiness last night, and after talking to her, I felt much worse than I did before. It isn't her fault. She said all the right things like that she will eat better with me, we can go on walks, etc. I don't understand why I am so moody. I don't understand why I refuse to be happy. I don't understand why I won't do what I need to do to improve how I feel. Why do I do that? Rachel says I have a true chemical imbalance. Michele says I need to exercise. I say I need to get the hell over it.
Dawn, 10:13 AM
