I’ll have a shot of seratonin. Better make that a double.

Several nights of insomnia and all the stress that’s been looming at work has hit a very big fan today, as management is, in effect, waving its arms over its head and whingeing loudly. I have no patience for any of it, as something terrible has happened to my two closest friends. I’m sad, I’m so tired my eyes hurt, and all I want to do is curl up on my bed and fade to black.

W. is picking me up after work and taking me sailing on the Charles, followed by many beers. Maybe that will prove therapeutic.

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  1. From deleted user on 08/31/03

    mr. airplane man kicks bum. i can’t remember exactly how i stumbled on your blog, but here i am, so hi! and emma’s pizza — mmmm. mr. airplane man, mmmmm. getting carried away with this blogging thing, mmm.



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