11 37 pm pst   [ every day ]

Every day is getting harder. Working and going to the hospital is punctuated by wonderful weekend gatherings with a really fun group of friends. I know I am wearing myself thin, but I don't know how to stop the pressure. I think it will be very good for me to get out of town later this month.

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Rachel's Daily Diary

A long lazy Sunday at work. The skies have been dumping their contents onto this fair city, so I was glad to stay in bed all morning.

I took a sub so that I could work a few more hours this week. I have been thinking about quitting this job and focusing on my other, which pays more.

My laptop ceased functioning while I was using it today. I noticed in the middle of typing that is said the battery was half dead.

I found a letter my mom wrote her dad when she left home to live in California permanently, and I found a list of dates that my grandmother was institutionalized.