I got a call the other day. Apparently a friend of Benny�s is in this wrestling organization, and he wanted to know if I could sing the National Anthem for one of their �fights�. I of course panicked and said no, but he keeps on asking. The Anthem is for like opera singers and stuff. I don�t know If I even have the range for something like that. I asked the band in our forum. They are better at decision-making then I am. Whatever they decide will be my answer. Benny still wants me to practice. I�ve been doing that in my car. I can�t help but notice that I sound like a Whisky Hag when I sing it. Lets face it, my voice isn�t pretty, it�s nasally and dry. Almost raw even. I sound like I drink cough syrup as a beverage, and chain smoke. Well, not quite. I have a boy voice more then a pretty voice. It�s not a man�s voice, don�t get me wrong, it�s like a boy right before he hits puberty. Oh, well, I get paid to use it, so I shouldn�t complain. Just as long as no one else notices, right?

Work isn�t getting any easier. My supervisor came back from vacation, but somehow that made things worse. Now I�m trying to help her catch up with the stuff she couldn�t do when she was gone. I have piles of files, and faxes, and not to mention Federal Veterans Affair loans that need to be sold to another bank all together. I was at work from 6am to 6pm yesterday. I only got up to use the bathroom and to get water. No breaks, no lunch. I wanted to scream the last three hours. I still have as much to do as when I left.

Drowning in a paper prison,

Nowhere to go but down.

Stop and breathe,

Hear the screams,

Breathe in and float away.

Drown�.