Pounding, throbbing, reverberating headache. I will not get it checked out, because it's a stupid headache and because I don't want to know if there's something in there that's fighting to burst its way out. So, yes, I will keep mentioning that my head is pounding, despite my previous claims to be a complaint minimalist.
I feel...stupid. Like I've done stupid things lately. I'm not perfect; I never claim to be, except in jest, which is the funniest to me because I know better than anyone how much of a joke that is. I feel like I've thrown stupidity upon myself - like karma, you reap what you sow.
I'm hurting myself. I've been told, time and again, that I'm too hard on myself. I don't think I know what I'm doing anymore.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
About Me
- Name: Kate the Peon
- Location: Suburbia, Midwest
I'm a corporate lackey, slowly trying to climb my way up the ladder to the old white men above the glass ceiling. They keep kicking the ladder away. Bastards.
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