On the 8,331st day of my life....

I thought about how I've REALLY lost my writing mojo...It wasn't that much to begin with, but it's really declined
I sat at my desk at work and tried not to devise evil ways to get my coworker to stop her whining
I really missed my budd-e
I felt really lonely...I hate living alone
I worried about my daddy...he had a biopsy last week and I hope everything is fine
I got an interview with one of the schools I applied to :)
I realized that maybe I'm passive aggressive
I wondered why some guys do not take no for an answer!
I really missed having cable...I miss being able to forward through Adam Shankman's and Mary Murphy's comments on So You Think You Can Dance
I found some old poem/story I was working on 3 years ago and have been thinking about finishing it. It's really depressing though
I realized how fleeting and unfair life is after learning of the death of a schoolmate. She just got home for the holidays, and got into a car crash. So sad.
I read confessions on naijapals.com and laughed at some of the more hilarious ones.
I also realized that Nigerians are hardcore haters...it's like we can't help ourselves
I wondered what's really going on with President Yar'Adua
I really wished I didn't have to go to work tomorrow...This weather is great for sleep!
I also wondered why I use ellipses so much
I worried about money problems
I realized it was useless to worry because it wouldn't change anything
I hoped that you'd realize that I didn't have any other way of breaking back onto the scene and forgive me for being away for so long...Please?

Have a great night everyone!