Random Thoughts

All the nights I can't sleep due to being sick I start to get bitter. When B was perpetually feverish and couldn't sleep at night, if I woke up and found him shivering; I'd go over and talk to him, rub his leg. Thought maybe it'd make the "witching hour" a little less lonely for him. Where's my nighttime companion? I don't think he even remembers it. And now he thinks he's getting my stupid virus and I'm like really? Did I not get this from you? Should I just get a fucking hotel room so we can stop making each other sick? He did let me have the bed for the past two nights but is that why he seems annoyed and detached? If so, I'd rather have companionship. One of those "be careful what you wish for scenarios" I guess.

I've found that I need to express myself again. And while the group I'm in on facebook is wonderful, I'm starting to feel like I'm the sole poster and the whole Debbie downer of the group. So here I am again, blogspot. Let's see how long I keep this up.  -------------------------------------- I don't know when it happened, but I'm pretty sure somewhere over the course of the day I have filled myself with hate. I hate training, I hate everyone in this office. I hate getting up every morning to work in an office filled with assholes to make money that is never enough in the long run. I hate feeling like I'm the best employee ever and getting paid less than the terrorists. But the thing I hate the most? MAKE A PLAN AND STICK WITH IT. Don't come in at 1:58 and say can I ever go to lunch like we're fucking late when you said 2 PM. That means 2. A better way to be less of an asshole would be...can I go now? I'm at a good st...