…At the End of the Day… in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • April 17, 2001, midnight
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And now here I am. Approaching the end of my workday. How come I feel so drained at the end of each day? I mean physically AND emotionally? I am so scared of eff-ing up that I work myself up into a lather and then I can’t get anything done!! I am wiped.

I have recently moved and now my commute home is longer. It’s really not that big a deal, but I think I’ve only driven home once during rush hour traffic…there’s always something to do after work. Tonight I want to go home and change clothes and shop for household stuff. I am looking for unique items for my new place. I want to hang a birdcage from the ceiling of my bedroom and put something really cool inside (but what??). I am looking for a special windchime…cool rugs, sheer drapes that will blow in the breeze, beaded throw pillows, etc. etc…etc… I am really starting to love how my apartment is turning out!!

I dig my new neighborhood! Simply adore it!! It is so charming and “neighborhoody”. It’s an interesting mix of families, single and newly-married professionals and university students. There are always people strolling or walking dogs or riding bikes. It’s just such a pleasant escape from my old, crappy apartment complex. I don’t know if I could ever afford to own a house there, though. But you never know. I’m just thrilled that I stumbled on this great apartment…and I am getting such a fabulous deal!

Well, that does it. I am not getting anything done, and I want outta here! I am leaving work now!!!

More later…


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