May 31, 2005
When you're working every day for any length of time, they start to blend into each other. You start losing track of which day of the week it is. The only reason I know the date is because of 100words. This is one of the few outlets I have left when I have no time for friends. No time to hang out with them... no time to even talk to them on the phone. When I write my words, my desk-bound existence takes on some semblance of life. Even one lived vicariously through the written word...100 words, to be exact.