dear diary,

i think i'm going to stop responding to "how are you" at least at work. i did the numbers and I get asked that question about 212 times in the first 8 hours of my die. maybe that's why i'm so pessimistic lately. i'm good-ing myself to death.

am i ever going to find love?

why do cats like plasic bags so much?

i really don't want to go to work tomorrow.

i burnt my tongue tonight.

i think Graham has a girlfriend...oh well at least i have a cool new friend...so much for hope though

i'm so tired

i wonder how we're all going to get up to Vancouver now that Lacey wants to come. I wonder if anyone else can drive.

I wonder if Janna wants to come, I should call her tomorrow and ask.

I wonder when the U2 tickets will go on sale.

I wonder where my little sister is right now.

i don't think i'm going to wash my face tonight.

i could use a hug right now.

gosh, typing that just made me really sad.

maybe i'll try to get the cat to snuggle with me, no that's kinda weird.

maybe i wouldn't be so pessimistic if I slept like a human instead of a cat.

this has been therapeutic.

Yours Truly,

Sharon Marjorie Barbour