Big Wednesday

It's wednesday, and I am at the coffeehouse, as always. I'm supposed to have lunch with my friend at work, but I don't even want to go to work.

I don't ever want to go back.

I am really tired today. I get so sleepy, when I am supposed to be working on my book. I should drink more coffee, but it only makes me jumpy.

I worked a bit on my book last night, and ... I went to get a cappucino after work, and a cookie. And I fell asleep, wearing my pajamas, which I was smart enough to put on before I went to sleep. And my nephew called me, but I drifted off.

I can't figure out why I have to work so hard at work, while the other two supervisors sit in their offices all day long. It makes me want to quit, but I don't have anything better to do, other than write. I totally have to figure out a way to suppoer myself through writitng.