Irritation@Obee's

I don't have much time to write since I am sitting at work right now. The past couple days I have been in my bad mood. I recycle my feelings every couple months or so and I was due a burn-out-funk mood. During these times I become acutely sensitive to all the irritating qualities in people and experience a dramatic decrease in tolerance. People really lack a consciousness of themselves and their actions and the affect they have on others. As a rule, my customers are great - I know them all by name and by sandwich and even quite a lot of their life stories. My customers are in fact my friends, my sanity etc. It's those freakos that drive me mad. Actually I don't have the energy to write about this. Let's talk about something else irritating me. How about how this weather is sucking my soul dry! But as I always say, "it's not the heat, it's the humility". Just kidding. In general things are actually going quite splendidly -I just have a hard time writing about the good things without sounding trite however, ...I am happier than ever with my husband and I like him more and more each day...we are busy at the sandwich shop and I am taking much much much more time off and visiting my family and even trying to make friends. Yes, that's right...emily has friends.

I am now breaking my blogger silence in this internet oblivion. It has been over a year and no one reads it anymore...seeing how there is nothing to read. I was visiting a friend's blog and was inspired to begin again with my own. As one feels when picking up an old journal in attempt to begin recording again the happenings of one's life for fear or forgetting, I am at a loss...I don't know how to begin after all this time. Do I try to fill in the gaps or rather pick up at the present as if the past year never happened. Somehow, for me to not record my life through journaling (by pen or by keypad) causes me some sort of anxiety. I am afraid that I will not remember my life or who was I or how I got to this point. Anyway...my husband is interrupting me now and calling me to the other room. Forget it.