the cat and i say stay cool.
the start of two-thousand and nine looks a little shakey since i am unemployed but i am confident that i will find some kind of job soon. be damned, you awful economic crisis that is supposedly the worst in half a century. BE DAMNED. i hated that job anyway but it still makes me feel like i am an incompetent mess even though i am know i am plenty competent. damn you for making me doubt my skills. stupid retail. stupid meaningless work.
tomorrow needs to be good and i need it to be good so that everything else will be good. i am going to make tomorrow magical even if i have to break a leg to do so.
so long two-thousand and eight. i will not miss you and your topsy turvy emotional ways.
