project Black Lung, day 3
Wednesday, Aug. 23, 2006 + 12:15 pm

Oh fuck me.

If I get one more phone call from someone on the collection floor asking me yet ANOTHER STUPID FUCKING QUESTION....

In fact, if this FUCKING phone rings one more time, REGARDLESS of who it is......

If I get one more email concerning this GOD DAMN ASS BACKWARDS CONVULUTED BALANCE RECOCILIATION......

If one more stupid fucking idiot walks into my office, wanting me to review something that any MORON could easily figure out..........

Ugh. Today's the worst so far. Day one was bad. Yesterday was actually okay. But today. Jesus fucking christ on the cross. No tolerance. No patience. Taking a break now.

Writing...writing...gonna feel better in a minute....I can't go back. I'm so tired of smoking. What a filthy crutch. Money. Health. Beauty. Life. I know if I go back now I'm just going to quit again. And I'll be all stressed out then too. Might as well get it over with now.

Need gum.

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