F.R.E.D.

The Happy C's

Going into work this morning, the security guard held the temperature gun up to my forehead. I looked at him and said, "Oh, God. I hope that thing is loaded!" Yep. And I still had to go to work.

Work has been crazy of late. Mandatory overtime! I am dragging something fierce. I think I forgot how to write, and this has been bothering me something bad. I haven't been having as much fun here as I used to. Certain people have not been on as much so I am getting bummed about that. Is this what it is like to have depression set in? Guess I will have to get back into writing more, you know, with words and stuff! Happy characters? This sounds like a quest. Can they exist for long?