swingchickie | monday morning.

back hurts from all that packing. ow ow OW. so much for working out this morning, i can barely move. (i accidentally mis-typed that sentence as "i can barely love". wonder what the hell's going on in my subconscious.)

got an e-mail from my manager yesterday, in response to some stuff i created and sent to him on saturday: "get OFF the COMPUTER." i need to sit down with him on thursday when he's back, and explain my workload to him. something's gotta give. i got a call from the ex yesterday (oh, that's right, i'm calling him "J3" now), and he told me he's worried about me... he told me that one of the things he likes best about me is that i dive into life, i have all these things i love doing and i devour them as much as possible... and that this job is slowly killing "fun jenn", because i rarely have the time and energy to do stuff that feeds my soul. he's worried that in a few more months, the only things i'll do every day are work and go home to my empty house, because i'm doing 2 jobs and i'm too responsible and helpful to say no, and it's going to eat me alive.

i want to be "fun jenn" again. something has to be done to bring her back. *weep*