OMG. Well I guess I'm not just feeling the strangeness of this week. I'm going to hear about it first hand.
Mr. Moody is on his way to my office to "talk". What could that possibly mean? Somehow I know its not good and I really just don't even care to think about it. My issues are my issues. I certainly hope he's not on his way over here to lecture me on how I need to give up the "thoughts" that consume my brain. They are mine to deal with... isn't anything sacred anymore?
9:21 a.m. - 2005-05-19
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