Things I HAVE to do today: in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • March 16, 2003, midnight
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  • Make Target Run–I am so out of everything. Need stuff like cat food and dental floss and toilet cleaner. This is what happens when you travel and come home and just plop everything in the middle of the living room the second you get home. You don’t know what’s up, what’s down, what you already have and what you already need. I am so unorganized. It depresses me.

  • Grocery shop– Mom and Dad will be here tomorrow! How could I possibly have chosen better parents? See, I’m getting a bunch of dental work done on Tuesday [dread], and the Dr. prescribed valium for my anxiety. I told M & D that I really didn’t have anyone here who I feel comfortable enough with to ask to take me to and from the dentist office. So of course, Mom and Dad to the rescue. They are driving eight + hours just to take care of little spoiled me. I swear. What would I do without them? I’m 35 years old and still depending on them. Makes me just want to cry.

  • Clean the whole apartment! See above two reasons why.

  • Laundry out the ying yang– Again, see above.

  • Create several new design sketches for one of my groups at work– Work is rocking along. I’m super busy and super into it. Had to give a dog and pony show to the tip-top bigwig CEO and his crew from the corporation that owns our company. We were justifying our jobs. Scary. I have a feeling something’s up at work. I wonder if the move to the giant corporate office is imminent. It just seems like everyone was really on edge for this visit. At this point, I don’t care if they move us to another state. The sucky thing is, it’s an even smaller city than this. But I shouldn’t worry about this yet because it’s just another thing that I can’t control and it is a huge waste of energy. I’ve got bigger things to worry about for now.

  • Write an entry– Will this stupid list suffice? Not really. There’s lots more to write. But it seems that it involves a lot of drivel about guys and feeling sorry for myself and blah. So sick of that. So very sick. But I will say this: the weather is spectacular, and I need to jump on my list. I may report back later.

    What a suck of an entry. Sorry. Better go.


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