Yesterday was the last straw. After I had popped my 8th Advil in about 4 hours to stop the pounding in my head, I decided it was time to leave. Oh yeah, I'm going to leave this place (Job #1) just as fast as my little resume can get faxed out of here. No job should give you this much mental anguish! Sorry for the constant ranting regarding this place but if I do not get it out somehow I'm going to explode. Granted there are other more pleasureable ways to relieve stress, sex, but since there's no one standing in line for that, I guess this will just have to do from now on. Sigh. That is all I can do. For now.

Had the most wonderful news via email yesterday. My friend Luke is now past the crucial 180 mark after his bone marrow transplant and is considered in full remission from the Leukemia he was diagnosed with last July. I was so happy, I started to cry (for those of you who know me, that should not surprise you at all)! It came as such a shock (which is really a stupid statement considering these things are always a shock. I mean you never hear anyone say, "Did you hear about Larry, he was diagnosed with cancer. It was sooo expected") especially since he is so young (only 23). But now he is in remission and will hopefully be walking with us in the "Light the Night" walk we started participating in last year.


Better run. The big boss is back from lunch and I don't want to get in trouble.