Guilty Conscience

I have a guilty conscience. Is it my Catholic ancestry or something else? I'm the kind of girl who feels guilty when a policeman passes me on the street.

Tonight something weird happened at work. A folder disappeared off the server. I was the one that discovered as such, and I raised the alarm. I can't help feeling guilty about it and as though it has something to do with me; perhaps the alias link I created to the folder? Perhaps the way I was working off a file saved to there? Perhaps because I use a mac?! Heavens no!

So anyway, I feel bit bad but that's not all that's occupying my brain... I'm aware in my very bones and spirit that SMF is overseas at present. Only for a few days but I'm weirdly feeling this geographic distance. Some work stuff over the last few days has strangely made me long for his affection more than ever; a cuddle in the face of a daunting project would make it seem less doomed; a sexy kiss would put all other career fears in perspective. Come home special man friend! I don't want a relationship, I just want a cuddle!

I've just come out the other side of a bad allergy attack and need to avoid those salicylates and amines that set me off - but tonight I really need a glass of wine...

Everything's okay though... I am the new content.


- iBlog, therefore iAm