And So it Goes...

Ahhh let the depression sink in... so work sucks right now... evryone is looking at me like dead man walking and talking to me as if I have the plague. Let me explain... it seems the "dick" here (me) got himself two type A fire violations... these are bad... at least in the state's eyes, and though I've been assured by my boss that my job will not be taken from me everyone's actions, some seem to actually be happy, are scaring the shit out of me. It seems at the very least I am assured to lose a promotion that was all but promised to me. And while I fear for my job in this instance I find myself fearing for my well being more. I find myself at a very delicate point in my life right now where the line between happiness and uncontrollable sadness seems so thin, so easy to hop across that one might not even see it. I am scared... period, and while I find it hard to voice these concerns aloud, I find it easy to write them here...

i never seen a light move

like yourscan do to me

so now i'm wishing

for my best impression

of my best angie dickinson

but now i've got to worry

'cause oh, you still look pretty to me

but i've got a place to go

i've got a ticket to your late show

and i'm worrying cause even still

you sure are pretty

when you're putting the damage on

yes

when you're putting the damage on

you're just so pretty

when you're putting the damage on

"Putting the Damage On" Tori Amos