metacomet1102 @ 2010-03-28T18:14:00
are the 3 free days rum. From tomorrow starts the treadmill again. 3 early shifts, 7 nights. The 3 free days brought zero recovery. 4 Machine wash, all purchases for the next 10 days, cleaning. Even the window I was cleaning. Could hardly see out. The reward: a stiff neck. Now I'm sitting her since yesterday with hot cherry seed bags in the back and hope that it will be up tomorrow better. So I can not work properly. But I will not celebrate sick again. Liv the abscess is only 4 weeks ago.
My mother and my brother make plans on how to induce me to give up this awful apartment. Both know that I have no money. Their latest idea: my brother bought a condo around here and I will be tenants. He will have to create capital. Do not know what to make of it. Perhaps the only way to get out of this hole. I want my brother does not have as a landlord. Since the problems are inevitable.
shit money! I wish I could live on my salary to some extent, but which is increasingly difficult. Every year I renounce everything and still can barely cover running costs. The last holiday was 92nd ... unbelievable.
I know not as it should go with me. I also will not try every day to work reasonably, if only because of my cats. You are my joy. More is not there, which I could look forward to. I am grateful that they are there. People I do not trust you. In the last 3 years I have made too many bad experiences. Again and again tried to make friends, but my friendship will not. My heart is like a cemetery, as many people in it, which I think a day full of love, but none of them I mean even the slightest. None of them would miss me, as I miss them every day. NO MATTER! Not to change. Enough whining. Concentrate from functioning, Marion.
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