Haven't written for a while. Nothing on the brain that I actually feel like writing about. There is still the awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that I need a new job but have no idea what to do about it. That's pretty much always there.

I meet with Renae today and I think I am going to call it quits. I don't know what to talk about when I go and I never really want to go anyway. If you don't want to go, you shouldn't go otherwise you get nothing out of it. And that's pretty much what's going on there.

Heather says it's period time this weekend. That sucks to know when it comes. I never do other than my boobs start to hurt. But now that I know I will double- guess all my actions. Meh.

Work is ok. I still love working there most days but the money as we all know isn't cutting it. One of my coworkers called me a tool last night and it really hurt my feelings. I was doing something that this person isn't trusted to do, even though it is in their job description. I was doing the order, which I love doing. It's fun and it's nice that Sandra allows me to shake things up and not just make coffee or sell coffee.

Then it was the Oscars, which were pretty damn unimpressive. Heather eating her fingernail off cause she lost a bet was pretty funny. "Now I'm making it even!" Hahaha. Addie keeps running upstairs which makes me think she's eating something she shouldn't be. And I call her down and instead Jasmine runs over and jumps on me. The workers have already left for the day! Bitchin! Oh damnit, I need to call my brother.

Now there's a reason for a paragraph break if ever. Josh....Oh boy. And not thinking about it means not writing about it means end of paragraph.

Oh damn, I just realized that since the workers are gone, Dad is going to expect me to get this sanding done. I hate sanding. I doubt it will take long. Better pour some more coffee and start sanding.