mamabunny

My sister just put a piece of paper on my desk. it says:

'B. Sreenath
GI Physician
447-3100
Follow-up visit 3-4 weeks.'

I have a tendency to forget about these things. I suppose its rather important. Finding time to escape work is near impossible. Speaking of work, ive been so incredibly stressed the fuck out. We have some serious deadlines to meet, and we are NO WHERE near where we need to be. Of course, we did run into some networking problems that was no ones fault, but it really doesnt matter. Tonight, i almost freaked out. We have half a million dollars tied up, and if we dont make these deadlines we are going to end up negative. And no one gets paid. It just reminds me how much i hate money. Dont get me wrong, its great and everything, its nice to buy things for people and go places and have nice new vehicles. Sitting in a chair for 6 months has made me gain a lot of weight. I do play lots of music and dance in my chair. haha if that counts. Next week everyone and everything should chill out a bit. And maybe i'll have a better idea of when i can go to Atlanta, my first stop before i go home. Im just gonna take a bunch of money and drive, wherever the fuck i want to. Maybe i'll end up in California. I dunno though, if i have to see one more palm tree, im going to puke. I really hate them. My little sister is coming to visit for Thanksgiving. Im really looking forward to it. I havent seen her in a couple months. Shes all growing up and stuff, its strange.
I miss Tommy from time to time, but i know all this is good, for both of us. I am looking forward to seeing Mikey. Hes got it pretty rough. No, really rough. And im glad weve been talking. I promised him ide take him out to Big Bend. I promised him ide get him a nice nice suit, and take him out. And tell him i love him and hold him and always be positive. And BE there.
I heard something somewhere. I thought about it for a while, and its kinda true. We all have some Point A's, a whole lotta Point B's, and some Point C's in life. I always believed the B's were the most important. But what it comes down to is, no one REALLY cares about the B's. Its all about the sweat, blood, and tears of the A's and B's. I always liked the smooth B's though. People will always be obsessed with having a certain amount of chaos and drama in their life. And i hate it. No one is satisfied with the B's! Now, of course, there are lots of A's and C's that for the most part, we have no control over. The real obvious ones. Bleh. What the hell am i talking about.

Now, i think im going to go lay down, and daydream about a boy. Is this an A? I think it might be.
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Oh, and this is a great song.


Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah


I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah