Where's the "escape" key?
I want to quit now. I've had enough. Don't want to be here anymore. And by "here" I pretty much mean earth. But more specifically, Scotland. I'd like to go back about five years and not leave Seattle.
I'm still dealing with unspeakable crap from work. I'm stressed out and angry and tired and frustrated. Then my tooth broke. I was just trying to eat breakfast and my tooth fell apart. Don't even know where it went. Must have swallowed it. The remaining bit of tooth keeps poking my tongue. I expect it to start hurting soon.
So my coming week already featured three meetings I didn't really want to do, and now I get to add a dentist to that list. Anyone want to give me a rectal probe or a pelvic exam to make my week complete?
Alana
