C'mon, play with me...
2003-03-07 at 7:35 a.m.

 

Well so far I've established that only Holden reads my diary, because he's the only person who's left me a question.

Which I am thinking about. And intend to answer soon.

Come on guys, questions plurleeasee.

Honestly, it's for your own good. It'll make my diary interesting. Well when I say interesting I mean not boring. Well when I say not boring I mean it won't want you to make you poke your eyes out with a pointy stick.

So, again... ask me a question and I'll tell you the absolute truth.

In my other less fun life, Mr Me is being made redundant. You know, I'd give quite a lot for a year without trauma.

He's not a happy bunny, which I understand. He's very good and positive when talking to other people, when talking to me he shouts a lot. I am very tired. And fed up. I think someone should give us a break.

Is constant shaking a forerunner of a nervous breakdown? I'm extremely on edge, less so at work, but at home, well, not so much eggshells as Faberge eggshells.

Grrr... Argh.