i feel like i'm being vaguely tolerated. which is fine, since right now i feel like i am only worth being vaguely tolerated. although i did manage to have an ooh-rah macho conversation with the ooh-rah ex military guy about motorcycles and guitars. although, he did laugh at my skirt. ass. as far as any crying i may have done this past week, it was only because of things that were physically painful. involving fingernails, and my face. don't ask.
i am so freaking tired. i am so, so so, tired. i can't wait to get home, and just sleep all day. then come back to work. actually, i can wait for that part.