Crazy Day
Copyright© 2006 I was ready to tear my hair out. I stared at the blank computer screen, for a while not even turning the computer on. I needed someone to talk to. I needed Suzanne. But I couldn't talk to Suzanne about my problem. Suzanne was my problem. I'd known all along that she had this streak in her that I didn't relate to at all, but usually I let it pass. But every now and then she was a "high maintenance" sort of friend and I knew I needed another friend to talk to about her. I...