I've been spending all my time working my tuchis off trying to save my damn job. Several partners at work are probably down at the courthouse filing for restraining orders against me because I've been pestering them so much for work. My mood ricochets dangerously between being certain that I won't lose my job to despairing that I'm going to be ringing in 2009 shaking a paper cup for change. I'm not sleeping well either, which is unhelpful to my state of mind.
On top of that, I have a crush on my fitness instructor, who is a woman. As am I. And I'm not gay. Or at least I wasn't. Maybe I just need a good night's sleep.
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