Dec 12, 2003

Work is not a good place for me today. I wish I had remained in bed, which is where I will settle as soon as I can get home. At least it doesn't smell like bacon grease here. Frasier is blasting from the tv behind the counter. I hate that song. I went to get a slice of pizza, and it was nearly frozen by the time I walked back to my office. It is about 1 and 1/2 degrees outside and my toes are still cold. I wasn't invited to the Women's lunch today. I didn't want to go anyway, but I still feel left out. No phone call from admissions yet. I miss my friends. I wish I had been invited to the Women's lunch. Everyone here hates me. I HATE THAT SONG.

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