InsaneJournal

I just want this day to be over.

Ruined a shirt and pair of khakis today. Had a machine fail to come back up properly after preventive maintenance.

It's 12:30 and I'm still at work and I just want to go home and cry and crawl into bed for a week.

edit - home by 1:30 or so. Shirt and pants went out to the curb with the rest of the trash. My hands feel like they're never going to be clean again.

There was one bright spot ---> A postcard. I think it was elayna88 (judging from the handwriting and the postmark). Jack O'Neill *and* Michael Westen. How could I not smile? And then want to cry because I really don't feel I've done a damn thing to earn the fucking awesome friends I've got.