Not Even Gonna Name This Entry

Rob left today. Supervision was, in fact, a total and complete mess. I lost my temper (internally with no one could really tell on the outside) and seriously confronted somebody. Watched 12 episodes of Sex and the City (oh Carrie why did you have to cheat on Aiden?) My eyes are all glazed over. Work is piling up, and I got about one month to write out my comps, transition out my clients, and interview a bunch of teachers for the project. And by the way, I happen to feel very, very lonely inside.

Yet, strangely, I am all right.

Either I plead insanity, or this really is growth.

Keep on trucking, sisters, lets just keep on trucking.

This is me, over and out.