Such an anticlimactic feeling to quit your job. it's kind of like graduating from college or going to a wedding (so i imagine). like it feels like nothing. maybe it's because i take prozac and nothing gets past the ankles as if i'm wading in water that cant reach over my boots. i'm mad at myself for not going for a run this morning. it's because i woke up and the ground was wet and i was sleep deprived but now the sun is shining and i wish i had gone for a run. they won't celebrate us anymore because we go in tandem and they take offense that we are gutting them and bleeding them dry. I was going to go to 2 events tonight but i can't go anymore because my hair is dirty which means my body is ugly and i can't be seen downtown.