Tuesday Blowed Big Fat Ass Clowns <--- hehehe

Blech. If I never have another Tuesday again I don't think I'll care much. Who needs 'em I say. Not me. Not anybody.

Buuuut...pictures are up. Finally. Do your happy dances and then come back. I'm not done yet.

So today I feel like the steps forward I have been taking have been met with a few steps back. Progress. What is it anyhow? How is it measured when we're talking about moving forward? I was faced with some stuff, and dealt with some other stuff... and then to top it all off, those steps back were made even more evident by everything else. Yep. Details. They're great. At least I know what I'm talking about here. Hmmph. To put it simply, the light at the end of the tunnel has moved farther away.

Hopefully not too far. I can't be like this forever. My god.

Stupid ^!#$@#$^$% Tuesday.

I hope I wake up with a sunnier disposition tomorrow and that everything clears up to where they were just the other day. Or something. It's like .. you think you have something all figured out and then *poof* it surprises you and laughs at you because you were wrong. How unfair. I hate being laughed at. Unless I'm trying to be laughed at. Then, goddamit you better be rolling.

So here I am. Wendy Cass. That one short girl I've always been, and yet still writing chapter upon chapter to my life. Still tired as all hell. 45% content, 55% unglued.

Sometimes all I'm looking for is some explanation. Or a suprise tour through someone's mind. It doesn't matter who it is..just get me out of mine for awhile. Tell me how you're doing. What percentage are you unglued? How is your life? I'm sick of thinking about mine. I need someone else's chapters to read.

One of the new girls at work was interviewed for being a new girl and said her favorite book is Atlas Shrugged. I'm still on page 20. I wanna ask her if she read every word in every sentence on every page. I know Shorty has... such determination! I'll get through it eventually. It seems this web page has taken over my free time.

Holy crap. That makes me an internet dork. Oh no!
Don't tell my mom.