(The Mighty Kymm--you'll not see nothing like!)

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15 June

How was my day at work yesterday, you ask?

Short!

I got there and I started to work, and then I started to realize that I felt less than well, and the longer I sat there, the worse I felt. It was weird, I felt like I was falling, or like I was onto of a building and experiencing vertigo. Does that make sense? I told The Raccoon that I was feeling dizzy and lightheaded and a little nauseous, but that wasn't it exactly, it just made more sense than my saying "I'm falling!"

Plus, I had this weird solid feeling in my chest, like there was this lump right around my sternum, but it wasn't a breathing thing.

Anyway, after a couple of hours, The Raccoon told me to just go home, as it was more important that I be there today than yesterday. You see, I am still the only person who knows how to do the POs in the system, and I was going to show The Raccoon and The Part-Timer today, but The Raccoon thought that it would be best for me to be there on the first day they do it for when they run into mistakes.

So I need to be there today. I do feel better. Not entirely well, but better.

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So I went home and spent the afternoon in the backyard, just breathing the air and trying to feel more human and reading and keeping one eye on the cats so that they didn't shinny over the fence or creep under the fence or grow wings and fly or whatever the hell it is that they do.

I felt better then, but then worse again last night.

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Bleh. No more. I must save my strength for work and wrestling with the POs (I will not let thee go, except thou bless me!).

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Today's horoscope:
Business matters mix with friendship. Shared gains are possible; be sure everything is crystal clear--no misunderstanding.

One year ago today:
I wonder which of my belongings I would have considered to be really worth keeping after that?

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