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Sunday, September 08, 2002

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Well I'm here at a big data entry party of sorts here at work. I worked 12 hours yesterday, again today, and hopefully a little less tomarrow. We are really ahead as of yesterday, but a whole bunch of orders can come in overnight - so we'll see how things look tomarrow. Why do I mention this? It's most likely one of the factors that is driving me to maddness. Ok... a tad dramatic, but I'm good for that. I haven't slept much in the past week, and I'm currently sitting in my chair with a large rubber ball, voodoo doll, and Sebulba Kush taped to my head for the "crazy hat" contest. I'm just having fun with that, but the maddness thing -- I just feel really stressed, I'm worrying about silly little things with the house. I'm just really touchy, someone might say something without meaning it to be hurtful, mean, or insulting -- but I'll take it as such. Last night I kept thinking I was hearing things that I wasn't -- people talking in the other room, etc. I'm worrying about money I've spent over the past month, future bills... in short I think my issue is I'm worrying to much. There is stuff that needs to be done in a timely manner, however. If I don't at least take some action to get those things done it can cause issues -- it's not just me living in my place any more, there's other people to think about.

^- yesterday, today -v

Yesterday when I got home I was ready to just hit the sack. I was so tired, figured I'd be able to go to sleep right off. No such luck -- the sheer ammount of caffeine I consumed durring the day said otherwise. I hung out for a while, things were much better with the house mates... so there's a little less stress gone :]

We got the network up and running - played a little UT last night... there's just no beating a good FPS LAN game.
Can't wait to get home and relax.

I'm here at work again, typing notes from the old accounts into the new. The hard stuff is over, the tedious remains...

Labels: 2002