A list.
September 6, 2006I can’t be around Daniel for five minutes without yelling at him.
I think my friends are getting a divorce. I can’t write the letter to her that I was supposed to. I wanted to be understanding and supportive, but I’m not. I guess it’s good to acknowledge your limits. Bleh.
I hate being made to feel like the side effects to medicine are in my head. I hate having unforeseen side effects to medicine. Do I have an ulcer? What’s wrong with me?
