The weekend went well...I'm not feeling well though. Physically I'm fine; my muscles may be a little sore, my nose a little burnt, but I'm alright. Inside I'm starting to feel broken down again. I don't want to go to work tonight. I have that nagging feeling that everything that could possibly go wrong will. Elaine will be working; it will get busy; she will make unintentionally cruel comments; I will break down. The type of stress that she creates on my being is unbearably strong in comparison to any other. I don't want to do it anymore. I want to curl up and hide. Ideally I would like a hug from a caring individual, but that doesn't seem likely.