may 31, 2000.

My problem is that I have no discipline. My other problem is that I'm easily distracted. To write this entry, I have to battle both. Bah. Hardly seems worth it, don't you think?

Things are slightly better at work. I didn't get to be honest about my feelings and I still have to go to training but at least my simmering rage has passed. I don't like being mad at my boss, because I know that he's a straightforward, honest person. He doesn't play head games, he doesn't do power tricks and he doesn't waste my time. He's not the one who keeps referring to me as "the temp" in official correspondence. Nevertheless, I needed an outlet and he was the one who put me into retraining.

Ha. I won't pay attention and then see how they like it. Incompetence, ho!

The strangest thing happened to me at the mall today: I was walking around with my mother, pricing blenders and having a surprisingly good time when all of a sudden I started feeling high. All woozy & disconnected: my legs were like gummi worms and my voice was coming from very far away. I was afraid of another migraine like the one in Edmonton, but 3 hours of lying down seems to have turned the tide. Thank god. I was told by my doctor that there is a slight correlation between migraine sufferers, birth control pills and strokes...and I can do without two of those options thank you very much.