Work isn't horrible...I've changed my attitude...and that's key.
I'll be okay, even if it sucks.

One of my new coworkers asked me what I was doing tonight. I said "8-balls and hoes." I got a blank stare. My humor is not always as well-recepted as I hope it will be. Actually, I had considered calling a friend and making plans for tonight, but I decided I wanted a *me* night.
No go out, no phone, no anything. Sometimes I need to keep to myself for a day or two...hell, sometimes longer.
I came home, I made dinner, I ate it, and I've been almost enjoying my alone time.

At one point, I happened to look down at my arm...and I wondered how my arm got covered with fuzzies. 
I burned all the damn hair off my arm when I was cooking earlier.
Now I'm wondering how long it will take for it to grow back...
Sometimes I think I shouldn't be allowed to do things without supervision.