Is this where you live or what you do for a living? Either way, it takes a special person to be around that sort of environment. I'm considering a career change into working with the elderly. I'm just not sure what I want to do would cover life.

I feel ho hum. Pissed off that baseball killed my Sunday tv. A little irritable. ggrrrrrruf ruf ruf.

stooooooned............

Apprehensive. I hate this time of year. Winter's coming anyday now. It's cold, wet and grey. I need sunshine, blue skies, and warm breezes but I'm too cheap to relocate. I should just go to bed. I'm tired.

good night

Tbh, right at this moment in time? A failure, a let down, a prick, and like i've lost everything that means well to me.

cooooooollllld. brr.

Good luck Woods... Many years ago, I was dating a geriatric care nurse when her first patient died. She was pretty upset and depressed for quite awhile. Eventually, she got to the point where she could accept losing her patients, but never stopped feeling the sorrow at their passing. It is a great calling, but emotionally draining.

Ring... I am sorry for your loss. Even expecting it (as one might with older neighbours), one is never prepared for the actuality.

Today, I'm still anxious, but tending towards anger/frustration over my work situation. My co-workers are in shock, and by comparison, I'm lying in a bed of roses.

It'd be nice to have a job that's personally fulfilling. You get to come home from the day / night / morning / etc., plop down on the couch and find yourself thankful you have 4 moving limbs that work properly and a brain to control them with. A job that matters.

There isn't a part of my body that doesn't hurt.

No I take that back. My right pinky toe feels ok.

exhausted mentally, emotionally and physically
toasted

calm.

chilly.

Fragile.

A bit happy. At peace.
But my shoulders really hurt :/.

Wide awake at 5am feeling good

Content. Fulfilled.
My evening will be nice.

anxious about driving home on this stormy night.

disheartened in general.

unsure of myself. and not happy about that.

Overwhelmed, disappointed, tired, and anxious, but satisfied with my recent decisions.

Scared of the drive to work today...45 minutes on a highway, during the first snow storm of the year.:(

Indecisive.

Tired, bored, lonely. I wish I had more friends than just the close one's I hold, especially now that they're all deployed.

exhausted. being going since 4 am. can't rest or relax.

Lazy, but that should soon switch to productive procrastinated lazy.

Like one big fat crampy blob...

...yay for loungewear

Tired. Time to start a long day.

Way tired just got in from clubbing Im exhausted

i feel all shaky and shit.

i think it could have something to do with me chain-smoking all night trying to kick the ass of some online flash game.

Fairly happy I guess. A tad wound up.
Could be much worse.

Sleepy, starving.

Missing him
 

I miss the love of my life! :love:

Randy...

frustrated because i'm a pc and and my computer sucks. i can't wait to get a mac and throw this dinosaur out the window.

Starving. Literally. I could eat a zebra.

Horny, I've been on a business trip for 16 days. I miss my wife!

Pretty rough.
Gaggy, anxious, miserable.
Yay nerves.

like I got beat up physically by 8 people.

Like i havn't slept in two days... Oh wait.... I Havn't. Also, angry because the pull back tab on my hot chocolate "to go" cup just broke off, leaving me to tear back the tab on my own. Dammit.

Sore. Spent yesterday afternoon digging up and replanting a completely overgrown flower bed in the front yard. Anyone need about 100 iris rhizomes?

I feel like I'm stuck in a dream. I'm alone. I'm talking to myself and my dogs and expecting answers. Things just seem off. A mousetrap that's been setting there, undisturbed for 3 days suddenly snaps closed just as look in it's direction. It doesn't startle like I thought it would. It's just a curious thing. I'm outside giving my dogs some attention. I throw a stick and my dogs enthusiastically run after it. One of the dogs begins to return the stick as always, but this time he stops, drops the stick and walks off casually, ignoring my calls. The wind is blowing - tree frogs and crickets are chirping. It doesn't sound like a warm sunny day in November. I'm holding a fishing pole, I cast it out. I'm still standing in my backyard. I'm reeling it in, the hooks catching on every blade of grass. A moment of clarity. What the hell am I doing? I ask myself out loud. I seem to be returning to normal. It was a curious experience.