tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9350979.post-1168284195122850922007-01-08T11:16:00.000-08:002007-01-08T11:23:15.213-08:00<p align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/joleensartisticendeavors/347205350/"><img height="500" alt="dying" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/135/347205350_a3aeeb77ce.jpg" width="335" /></a></p><p align="justify"><br />since i don't have a really pathetic photo of myself to share, you get pretty but dying roses. don't read this post unless you're ready to watch me play my tiny violin while i cry to myself. i am not doing well. not. at. all. some days you just feel so bad you have to tell someone. anyone that'll listen. i am tense. i am tired. i am sick. again! i'm grumpy. i'm annoyed. i have no. more. patience. i want to bury myself into a foot of covers and die for the day. i have two sick, whiny babies that i can't seem to help because they just keep crying. my head feels like it's going to split right in two... one half for each of them. my shoulders are so tense i imagine they could hold just about anything. and they probably are. i have pressure in my chest, a sore throat, and an icky cough. i'm torturing myself by thinking about a photography job i can't take. i'm all around feeling sorry for myself about now. </p><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">end of rant. </div>♥ joleennoreply@blogger.com