Let's be Friends Again

Dear Diary,

Thanks for meeting me here.  I know it must be hard for you to see me after the hurtful things I said to you, but I'm glad you came.  So, it's March 3rd and February is gone.  I had a really crappy month at [...BEEP...] and I'd like to explain myself to you.

The short of it is that I threw you across the room and yelled at you because I was trying to hit somebody else.  I was not trying to hurt you.  I could never hurt you, Diary.  It turns out, though, that I can use you to hurt somebody else.

"Firestarter", my boss, and Accounting all got on my nerves and I reached a breaking point.  You happened to be the closet object to my hand and so I threw you.  It all stemmed from us filing our Annual Report with the SEC.  I experienced so much grief and turmoil trying to put this table together (click "Open" and then go to page 42), that I was seriously doubting my job here.  At one point I was begging for a recruiter (or someone) to call and offer me a job elsewhere.

As you can see, I was under a lot of stress and was not a very kind owner to you.  On the flip side, I think you owe me an apology too.  No matter what I do or say you should never run away from me.  You are a diary and contain some very sensitive material.  I would die if this stuff got leaked out on to the Internet.  No matter what, you should stay by my side.  So next time we have a spat, please don't run away with another magazine.  By the way, that Teen People you ran away with.  She was printed barely 18 weeks ago.  You need to be careful with that kind of stuff.  That's close to statutory reading.

I'm willing to call things even and move on with our lives.  I've been keeping notes about my dealings with folks from [...BEEP...] during February and I'd like to share them with you.  Let's be friends again, okay?

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