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I started writing something, but it was gay so I deleted it. I am leaving work early today so I can go get my hair cut. I wanted to write a poem, but I lost the mood. I had some really good material earlier. I was depressed. I called my mom today when I was going to pick up lunch and I vented. I hate this place. I am not the only one either. Some of the people I work with do not like it as well. I think I said the "F" word about 20 times in my brief convo w/ mi madre. She is a good listener. I love her to death. I was really sad and wanted to cry, but that would have done me no good. I tried to cheer up and see the brighter side of things. I hold the key to my happiness. I am the one who determines where I go and I am the one who knows all I know and I am the one who reaps what I sew. I do what I can to be a good man and when all else fails I just try to be a man. That was gay too, but oh well. I wish I had a PC at home so I could write more often. I gotta go. Well, I dont gotta, but I can so I am. Make sense? Have a wonderful day. Love you mommy.