04-22-02 - 8:52 p.m.
i am really struggling to find my place at work. the stress is making me sick. i want to quit and sell my house and run away to a small desert town with one filling station and a fly specked cafe. i want to become a wise-cracking, gum-chewing waitress with big hair named flo whose tips are squirrled away in a coffee can for a dream trip to the hawaiian islands i'll never manage to take.