The Best:
Last night was shelter night, and I always feel like I've done good work by volunteering my time there. I helped a student study for the G.E.D. exam, and we then talked about his poetry. He seems to appreciate the opportunity just to be heard.
The Worst:
I am unnecessarily fretting about whether or not my husband is going to look for a job today. If he doesn't, nothing will be different. If he does, then it will be great. I'm occupying a part of my head with projection and fear that I could be using to enjoy, say, this apple I am going to eat.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
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