I hate that at my work I can walk in a week after I was last in and people don't even tell me that one of the biggest character that lives at the home has died. They remembered to tell me 2 new folk moved in, but not that one died.

I feel really guilty for not working yesterday, even though I had reason - they were really busy and I wasn't there to hold my share.

A few friends have really kept my spirits up today, and I love that they could.