I'm not sure how I'm going to go to work tonight, though. This job is working in a call center, so I'll kind of need a voice to do it. Last night, I just about died after 4 hours... we'll see if I even make an hour tonight. I guess I'll go, and maybe if I'm lucky they'll send me home. I was supposed to work this morning, but I begged out of it, becuase the way I was feeling last night, I knew I'd need the sleep more than the hours, otherwise, I'd be no good for a lot longer.
So. Now that I've gone over every ache and pain in my body, I should move on to something more interesting, hey?
But can I find something more interesting to write about? Not at the moment. *sigh* What a life I lead.
Okay, this is pointless. I'll write later. For now, I need to go get some chicken noodle soup and crawl back into my bed for as long as possible before I really do have to get up and dressed for work.
One year ago today: Sometimes I think it's a good thing I've grown up in the church and love it so much that I could never leave it, because I think that if I wasn't in it already, I'd think they were too much for me. I don't think that I would think that I could "fit in;" I think I'd be intimidated by all the "perfection" I saw; all the lives that seemed to be perfectly put together. Good thing I know better. But that leaves the question, do people know better than to think that the church is full of perfect people when they look at me?
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