Making mistakes.

Dates the other night were fine, no undue drama, no twoo lurve.
I hate my job and its arbitrary deadlines.
My house is a mess.
There's someone I miss tonight that I can't just call or see. It makes me sad.
This sucks. I want to walk into work and give my two weeks' and get out of here. Take the cat and my most precious stuff and leave.
Nowhere to go, though.
Psych appt thurs.