Tamale is....

...stressed out!

Not enough time

I promise to do better with the reading of people's journals. I am very tired this morning. It is lame how early I get to work and still leave 12 hours later. I'm the type of person who prefers to get as much stuff done, rather than come home with baggage on my mind. I could not sleep last night cause of one particular piece of baggage - a lethal piece brought on by the high school...no...sorry...the kindergarten type vibe in the place. I contend that wherever there are many women, there will always be drama and here = D-R-A-M-A. am drama-free, and like to stay under the radar and suddenly I am in the middle of a battle I really 1. wanted no part of and 2. had no idea I would be part of. I just got there for pete's sake.

I know of 12 grey hairs in total on my body. I am trying my best to not quickly double, triple or quadruple that number by absorbing the bullshit at this place. It's great distraction - the work, that is - but I can really do without the drama.