Monday, March 25, 2002
i had planned to write earlier about my frustration with other people but it never happened. many hours later, i'm still feeling the same way, only more so. probably magnified by the fact that i drank a whole bottle of wine. i am still completely coherent but for some reason every word looks as if it's mispelled.
the point i'd like to make is that, if you tell me something, like you plan to pay for something that you and i are going to do in the future, don't go back on that. it bothers me more than i can articulate. and respect my time, respect that i have responsibility just like you and don't take that for granted. me and my time and my responsibilities are as important as anyone else's.