I woke up feeling sicker. Such a bad feeling. You open your eyes, and everything feels heavy. You swallow, and you know. You take a deep breath - and you can feel the cold. It's moved to your lungs. So lame. I know last night did it. I sprinted around the restaurant for five hours. It killed me. Couldn't even make it to the temp agency this morning. I called though. Not good to just not show up for a meeting to people who are helping you find more work. Doesn't make you look very responsible. The guy who answered the phone was SO nice. "Oh, you don't sound too good, Lori. It's okay, come in some other time!" I just LOVE nice people.
Though I need the money, I didn't have to work tonight, which is good for both my mental and physical health.

I'm coughing, but it's not one of those coughs that you can't stop, that is all the time. It's just like these few sporadic weak coughs, like a dying engine.

My mood has been pretty horrible recently. I've been stressed about how stagnant life is right now and how it has to remain until I move and begin forming a life, which I hope will resemble a normal adult life one day.

For example. I'm really pissed off right now at about five people, and I can't even begin to write anythi
ng about anything.

I'm going to go.