Not going to write much now. Tired. Want to sleep.

I am not happy that the weekend is over. I don't really want to go to work tomorrow. It's not the fear anymore. Like before the first day. My heart is beating at a normal rate. I know I will be okay tomorrow. I didn't know that before my first day. But even though I know I will be okay I still just.. want more weekend.

But oh well. You can't always get what you want. That's a good thing to keep in mind.

Really, if I wasn't me I wouldn't put up with me.

Tomorrow's another week.

I wouldn't mind getting the flu now. I really wouldn't. I'm just saying is all. If your deepest, darkest fantasy involves coughing on someone then I'll be happy to oblige.

Hey, there was a commercial for Keane on TV. Damn, that means they're mainstream. I thought I was finally liking an obscure band again. And don't you know it, then they go and make it big. Bastards!

Sleep now, worry later.

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