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My Life Thus Far
2007-05-17 04:09:53 (UTC)

Happy Birthday Mom

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Why am I so tired? I'm not pregnant anymore, so that isn't
an obvious scapegoat. I really have nothing to blame for
my lack of energy or constant state of malaise. I just
want to sleep. As soon as I come in from work, I'm ready
for bed. I don't have the energy to clean up or do bills
or whatever it is I need to do. All I want to do is crawl
into bed. I've been having headaches, body aches and
emotional aches. Okay, that isn't an "ache", but it feels
like it. I just don't care. I don't care, I don't care and
I REALLY don't care.

A girl at work is having a miscarriage. She didn't know
she was pregnant (so there were 3 of us at one time that
were pregnant. Now this leaves 1). She went in severe
cramping and bleeding and her HCG level was 3. Too high to
not be pregnant, but not high enough to sustain the
pregnancy, kind of like me last year. So, I had to go in
earlier for work to help cover her shift. I feel bad for
her. I'm absolutely not deriving any satisfaction knowing
she's not going to have a baby, either. Now I only wish
the other chick would miscarry, because I hate her and she
rubs my face in her pregnancy every chance she gets. Evil
am I. I know, but that's how I feel and this is my diary.

Kiki's therapist says she's up to 20 words now. She's even
got some word combinations, too. Like bye-bye something
(insert animal here). Such a major improvement from only 3
months ago when she was practically mute. I always knew
she had it in her.

That's all for now. I'm going to bed. I open tomorrow and
the district manager is coming, so I have to be on time,
in a suit and all polished and happy-go-lucky. Why do I
always have to work when Rebecca comes. I kind of miss the
days before I was a top performer and didn't have to worry
about impressing the higher-ups. This will be my third
district performance. I guess I should consider myself
honored. Ciao, I need my beauty rest.

P.S Today is my mother's 47th birthday. Happy birthday
mom. Wherever you are...




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