I don't know where this dream came from. I usually go over my day to figure out what happen and what was on my mind that this dream collected in my sleep. It must be the pms coming over me. I'm also feeling depressed and hopeless, very hopeless. If I had more Black Cohosh then I'd be balanced out, but I can't find the last three I stowed away in my little metal container.
As long as I'm aware that it's just the hormones then I can get a better handle on things.
I was with a customer yesterday, and when I thought was didn't do price adjustments, he assured me that we did. I hadn't done one in a long time and the last time I told a customer we didn't do them, my manager talked to her and said the customer was told by me that we did when we didn't. I get everything wrong there.
Life isn't easy and it seems too hard for me to handle.
I haven't done a good enough job of leading an independent life, which is why I'm living at home, which is why..........I'm so filled with self-pity. Nobody likes to hear it. I hate having it in my head, which is why I try to empty it with talk or diary entries.

Yeah, I'm depressed.

Break out the St. John's Wort.

Malcolm?
Mark?
Marvin?
Marcus?
Maybe it was Max after all.