I have nothing very exciting to say. I'm tired. My job is annoying me. Evelyn is growing like a weed and part me doesn't like it. I have to Xanax to drive home almost every day. We have a Billy Goat that has come over to knock our girl goats up. I want a new car. I'm trying really hard to work 40 hours. I'm getting closer. I'm just going to have to suck it up and do it. Supposedly they are going to hire someone to be a receptionist and move me to the back. We'll see. I'm kind of worried they might try replacing me.