Damn damn damn damn damn damn damn.

Emily and I had a big talk last night and now she's emailed me asking me not to read her diary entry that she apparently wrote afterwards. So of course I can't read it. But time and time again things she's written in her diary have alerted me to the fact that there was something wrong, that I needed to say or do something or change the way I was thinking. And this time I know she must have written about me, or she wouldn't have asked me not to read it. So. I can't. But I feel like I should. But I can't.

I am glad I got her email before I checked her diary, because I would feel awful if I read that entry and then found out she hadn't wanted me to read it.

Anyway. I am through with all this frustration. I am going to be zen now. I am going to go take a shower and go to work and stay there all freaking day.

Hey, you know something cool? Because I'm a full-time student working for the University, they don't deduct social security or state taxes from my paycheck. That is really damn nice.

I really should have been at work hours ago.