graceland's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sing it with me, "This is how we dooo it..." So the depression is over. I have a hard time maintaining a pity party for any length of time, it's just not my style. My friend S. said to me yesterday, "You're a fighter. It's ok to stop fighting, you know." But I can't stop fighting. I'm a fighter. I refuse to take this life laying down. There will be time enough for laying down when I'm resting in a cold coffin. Today was a good day. I worked out some things that were on my mind and I got some work done. I worked out this morning. I'm back on track. I just need to remind myself that Rome wasn't built in a day. Slow and steady wins the race. This week I start saving and job hunting. And in a few years, I'll be where I want, owning my own dopeass brownstone in this crazy city (or another city) and living a good, secure life. Preferable with a good man and some babies on the way. And that's how it's going to be, damnit. 7:21 p.m. - 2004-01-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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