I have a new job. It’s assembly work in a packaging factory. Oh yeah. It’s almost therapeutic. Repetitive and meditative without the unpredictability and chaos of retail. Less horrible than telemarketing. I work at 7 am until 4:30 pm. I am going to burn out. I got a cold on Thursday and have been blowing out snot steadily since then.

My boyfriend and I have been consigned to weekend visits only. We must make the most of them. It’s only temporary. Soon, we can be together. We went to a Jays game at the Skydome Saturday afternoon and now my shoulders are sunburnt.

I’m too exhausted to do much of anything after work. My bed is missing my usual fourteen hours. My body is missing my boy.

Also, it’s been just over a year since I’ve been writing online. I joined diaryland mid-July, but here’s my first entry from pitas.com: June 5th, 2002. I’d say I’ve improved.

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