Impending doom and other hyperbole

I am feeling awful about work.

I was told to stop giving the new people a hard time, namely the new girls. Just because I have an ingrained sense of duty that makes me more masochistic than I'd like to believe, doesn't mean that I am not a faithful worker.

Mom's going to lose her job. Thank you Bush's America.

I am listening to Kid Dynamite's CBGB reunion. Where would I be without music? I am too frightened to answer that.

First week of class and I already feel the weight of 18 hours grinding me into the dirt.

Story is coming along quite nicely, however.

I am in such a funk. Need something, some person, some idea new.