And then it dawned on me that I haven't called out sick to work for the past 6 months. I should get a damn medal for that. That wasn't easy. Everyday I wake up thinking about an excuse to call in sick. Then I literally roll out of bed (sometimes accidently calling my sponsor by rolling onto my cell phone). Then I curse the fact that I have to work and contemplate if there is still a window of opportunity to call out sick. Then I shower, do my hair, put on my make-up. By this point in the process I think how much prettier I am than last year. By the time I put on my eyeliner, I'm happy to be alive.
I even say hello to people and smile when I'm at work. Where the hell has Mary gone? I mean seriously, is this the life I'm going to lead from now on? If it is, I'm all about it.
I'm all about smiling and joking and making fun of life.
BUT IF MY G.D. NEIGHBOR SLAMS HIS FUCKING DOOR IN THE ECHOEY HALLWAY AGAIN, I WILL FLIP THE FUCK OUT! <--aaaah, there's the old Mary...safely at arms distance.
