Heels Suck

I think I need to buy life insurance soon. The days pass steadily--but when I come home at night and I'm left to my own thoughts, I want to completely disappear through some element or device. I don't even have the energy to escape somewhere and start anew anymore. It seems as though I'm a source of disappointment and sadness for everyone I know in my life, so...I guess I'd rather just be gone with a quiet departure than to prolong the coldness of my own prison.

By the way, my boss is really adorable and wrote me this email today in response to what I've told him about real work life:

"Anyhow, you will soon learn that you'll need to treat your body better (nutrition, rest, exercise, etc.) in order to pull in the long hours during work without feeling wiped all the time.

I'm more than a bit worried that you will just plain burn out if you were to work here in the AM and then go to an 8hr shift afterwards. I don't doubt your intentions, just your ability and sanity...

My $.02."

Cheers,

Dr. L

I say, my soon-to-be 12 hour shifts will be a welcomed distraction.