Showing posts with label really crappy day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label really crappy day. Show all posts

Monday, November 10, 2008

What is her deal?

What is that look on her face? She looks troubled.

Do you think that she could tell when I stopped by to check on her during my mandatory lunch hour today that I had a really bad day?

Could she see, even though she is mostly blind, that I had been crying all morning?

Or that I am so frustrated that I cannot concentrate, and my stomach hurts all the time, and now my face hurts from crying? Or that I see no end in sight for any of this?

She looks like she gets it and would make it better if she could. She looks worried about me.

How can it be that an animal who cannot see, can see all that, and the people who are supposed to take care of you can refuse to see?

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