ugh. frustration. frustration, allergies or s.a.d.? probably a combination of all three, plus a few select other things that plauge my mind.

ive come to love tuesdays. i look forward to getting off of work and sitting back in the garden to eat my lunch. all peaceful. partly evil though... i love to be there when my boss is closing and she gets a unexpected lunch rush, but im off the clock. sorry, im about to go home, or im enjoying my lunch right now in the garden. entertainment at its finest.

anyway, after much consideration, ive decited it is once again time for me to curl all up into myself and withhold most information about my current going-ons inside of my head and out, to those who i love so dear. if its information you want from me, you will have to knock me down and threaten me with fire or fist to get it. why? becuase of the frustration its caused me. i just dont know what else to do.

and just becuase someone was generous and trusting enough to let someone borrow his or her van, and the lendee has accepted it, doesnt mean that the lendee is taking advantage of the good nature of the lender. does it?

ugh. i havnt felt so frustrated in months.