September 4, 2002
I didn't realize today was going to be such a crappy day. Sure I was at work and Phyllis was getting on my case, but that was nothing unusual. After work I went to my dad's office completely forgetting I was supposed to be at home to meet up with Steve. Fuck. Then I checked my messages and the machine was full so the guy from school couldn't leave a message. Fuck, and then I heard all the messages from Jim. How did I not hear the phone ring I was here that whole day? Fuck. A shitty fucking day.

