Guilt

I keep dreaming that Bill is dead and it's my fault, or that he hates me. Because I feel like he hates me. We haven't spoken for weeks, but I still can't shake this feeling that I'm picking up on hateful vibes. It's probably just the guilt talking.

Fortune Cookies

"Love is like war; easy to begin but hard to stop."

Sadness

Several nights in a row I've had dreams about making love to Bill, but he's covered in bandages.

My Favorite Thing About Today

Stephanie,
I just wanted to let you know that Leigh has been great today. She worked by herself over here for several hours and she was still in good spirits when I relieved her for lunch. Oh, and the cafe looked great.

(note from my co-worker Alicia to my supervisor)


Dear Leigh,
RUN!! BEES!!
-- j.

(note from my co-worker Jake)