if you take the worst day you've ever had at your job and multiply it by 100, then add 1 for good measure, you'll have a basic understanding of my shift tonight. from the instant i got through the door, everything was falling to pieces.
so besides wanting to kill co-workers and beat myself senseless, what did i do? worked my ass off and finally (thankfully) got through the day. a really bad day was bound to happen sooner or later.
i bought myself a new journal yesterday while in burlington--a simple spiral-bound notebook. i love my old journal (royal blue velvet cover with embroidered design and beaded tassel), but i needed something that i could go anywhere with and look nondescript. "the book" wasn't exactly a subtle space for writing.
there's nothing like opening up a new notebook and uncapping a new pen. the writing juices are flowing again.
i also made a borders run with baz and finally took malcolm's advice by purchasing the electric kool-aid acid test. he had told me about it last summer during playhouse as we discussed morrison and janis, and i've been meaning to pick it up ever since. i finally stumbled across it and figured i should trust his judgement.
the frustrating part now is having to wait to begin reading it until i finish reading sylvia. normally, i'd read both at the same time, but i believe each deserves my complete attention. or at least i know sylvia does, it's that damn good.

another one has come over to the dark side... congrats. ;)