That's why I've been falling back toward depression lately. I don't feel safe in my home anymore. Jan must be removed from my presence, otherwise my mental health will continue to deteriorate. Hurry back, Harriet. Only you can throw him out.
And I hate the fact that he is the guy I write about the most in my LJ. Though, I wouldn't say I write about him as a guy. I write about him as a problem, as an obstacle to my happiness. That is all he is to me. And right now it's a very prevalent one.
One hour left at work. Been undisturbed so far, and thankful for it. Am also thankful to self for keeping a box of kleenexes on my desk.
