April 20th, 2000
I've been curled up at my desk in a quivering fetal ball since
I arrived at work this morning.
Have you ever passed a car wreck on the way to the office? Witnessed
something so disturbing and terrifying that the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and your stomach flip flops
like scorched butter on a griddle? You want to shake it, but you can't? The picture clings to the back of your
eyelids like rain dripping down a visual pane?
Here's my story.
See ya manyannnnnnnnna!