unafraid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- like sands in an hour glass...so are the days of our lives. i can't decide if i want to go into work today or not. i'm happy that i'll be able to be in the company of reed, but i don't know what it'll be like. i've been around him once when he was in a bad mood and i hated it. but i shouldn't be thinking like this right now. america is going through crisis and all i can think is "dammit. now reed will be in a bad mood." stupid stupid me. i have to leave in about 15 minutes. i could go in early just because i'm so damn bored. and i don't feel like being alone much. it's good to have someone to talk to and i haven't quite figured out reed's personality yet so i don't know if he'll be the type to try and change the subject to forget it or if he'll want to talk about it. i really don't want to talk about it, but i feel bad if we don't. like, how can i be talking about stupid shit while all this is going on? ugh. i told you i'm retarded. anyway, i'm just going to go into work and we'll see what happens. i doubt many customers will come in. a lot of them are afraid i would imagine. we all are. no one knows what's going to happen next. we shouldn't have to live in fear. i'm going to work. 12:11 pm - Sept. 12, 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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