July 16, 2007
Going to back work on Mondays is just plain difficult. Not liking the job, not liking the commute, knowing Iíll be bored, it all just makes me sick. Sometimes literally. It reminds me of second grade, as noted elsewhere in these words. Going to work is harder when Geoffrey is there, only half-joking when he asks me to stay home, play hooky with him. Iím tempted, every single time. And yet, getting out of bed is harder when he isnít there, when I can hide my inaction from everyone else. At least until I have to call in my absence.