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03.04.02
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My chocolate chip cookies got a little too brown. I am not happy about this. I was trying so hard to make them come out perfect... I suck. Oh well. I'm really not up to this. My mind is not really functioning today. I am brainwashed by the amount of resumes I sent off this morning, and I am plagued by the problem of what to do when our daughter comes home from New York and I still have no job. I don't know what's going to happen to us. I guess I will go apply for foodstamps or something. My stomach is tied up in knots worrying about the money thing. That's why I baked cookies... to get my mind off the problems. A lot of good it did. Now I'm just pissed that they didn't trun out the way I wanted. Ahhhg. I have a headache from worrying. I need a job. What am I going to do? No one wants to hire me. What the fuck? I have until March 19th to find a job and a good daycare. Deadline in rapidly aproaching. Must. Come. Up. With. Solution. Think, think, think. ::sigh:: Here is a test I just took. Not too bad...
And here is one more I just took... is anyone surprised??? |
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