It’s been crazy at work.
I won’t have a weekend, and it’s my choice.
Choosing to work over the weekend means choosing not do to other stupid things.
It means choosing to behave and stay in a place where I am safe, and I will go home and sleep soundly, without horrible nightmares.
It means I can wake up the next morning with only bad breath to worry about.
It means not being afraid of getting out of my comfort zone, because in the long run that comfort zone will eat me alive and I will end up feeling lonely.
I can assure you that.
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It's weird. I think I have been eaten by my comfort zone. And yes, I am letting it devour me little by little.
It's addicting. By the end of 2007, I'll be an empty shell. Hooray to that.
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