Bocceli... hello... Bocceli!!
Wake up! What's with you today? I can't believe I'm actually talking to myself as I attempt to regain some amount of mental and emotional strength. This day has not been good to me. I think it's from being here at work for the last... erm, 10 hours. I'm so not feeling anything. Not a single thing to at least boost me out of this dry spell. Damn.

Ok that was interesting. I just flipped my Sex and the City calendar to show the new month. March. That actually did something. I'm now texting my friend Rony to see if he can meet up with me from say 6PM to 9PM (I have a conference call by 10PM). Don't know if this will push through yet.

I start to think now what I really want to do in life. I'm so sick of it. Really really sick of it. I hate what I'm doing. I wanna just drop everything and start all over. I wanna do something I actually like. I wanna wake up every morning constantly looking forward to what my "job" has for me that day. The shitty thing about this though, I really don't have a fucking clue what that "job" is. I"m so fucked up today.

I wonder if I have male PMS. They should research into that. Men with weird emotional distress at certain times of the year. Hey, at least it's not monthly. I honestly just need something (hell even someone) to tell me just what the hell is wrong with me.

WAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

Just in, Rony can't make it tonight but it was sweet of him to give me a call to check up on me. Thanks buddy.