Saturday Morning

That's why I do the best I can
To treat each citizen of Oz as sons or daughters... -- Sentimental Man, Wicked

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In keeping with my decision yesterday concerning writing more often in my journal or in my blog, I am here to report for what it is worth the evets of yesterday.
Basically, it sucked. I don't know what else to tell you. Well, it wasn't that bad. I did work all day only to make about 40$, but Seth and I hung out some more and played WoW. He's trying to get my addicted... it might be working, but I don't know if I want to pay for that again? I'm already paying for FFXI:online... and I like that game a lot. I should play that game, hm?

There was no crazy crap going on at work last night, though. I got in and I got out, if maybe a lot later than I had honestly hoped. I was put in a mid-section, instead of the first-cuts, and they didn't cut Volumes (doubles) first like they should... oh well, at least I didn't have to clean a whole bunch of rediculous crap. I go back into work today at 12.

I didn't dream about work last night as far as I can remember. Either that, or my mind is helping me to forget it, because of all the stress it seems to be putting on my shoulders... or maybe I dream about work, because I'm already stressed? I can't figure it out. Anna said I should pray about it, so I tried doing that, and I'll continue to try doing that, I guess. At any rate, I have to go. I'll be around again soon.