Death by Rabbit (Edited)
The fates are conspiring to make me want to drown myself in a bowl of Trix cereal. At this point, a fruity, pink milk death would be a truly remarkable way to go for such a dull set a circumstances that are driving me nuts.
I must not give into those damn fates. I must fight them and fly this home that is quickly becoming an unbearable hellhole. I told myself I’d keep a cheerful front up, but holy fuck, it’s getting difficult already. Life really likes to pummel you from all sides, doesn’t it?
ETA: I’ve made the painful yet necessary decision–I’m going to work at the office tomorrow and all of next week. The noise level at home is really intolerable and listening to music only takes you so far since it gives you a headache after four hours or so of headphone use. I am not even close to the goal I set for myself in terms of daily production. I desperately need to stay on top of my work up until the end of the early fall right before I go to San Francisco. It means running in the evenings, but that shouldn’t be too problematic. I prefer to go, put up with the damn pets and the smells and grime (note to self: buy anti-bacterial junk), than stay here and stew in my own bitterness. Besides, there’s a friend who still works in the office, we can go out to lunch and make fun of people.
An extreme way to save my sanity, I know, but it must be done.
