Thesaurus Rex (virtuistic) wrote,
Thesaurus Rex

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In which I ANGST.

I'm going to just get this out before I have to go into public.

Shut up. I don't care that it's your Monday, it's my Thursday and I can almost taste the weekend. The weekend which brings me absolutely no plans and blessed relief from this stupid DTV transition article I'm supposed to be writing but simply haven't gotten around to yet.

Also, shut up about DTV! If you don't know what you're supposed to do by now, I don't even know what to say to you. The commercials telling you to go buy a converter box or a TV from this decade came out months ago. Presumably, if you watch TV enough to care about whether or not you will continue to receive your channels, you would know this by now. What more do you want from me? I don't care if you're procrastinating. I'm not your mother. I'm not going to try to motivate you. I honestly don't give half a shit if you keep watching TV or if you decide to turn it into a decorative fish bowl.

Why so caustic, you may ask? I have what feels like a tumor in my shoulder made out of knotted muscle and it is killing me. It's like a golfball of rage and agony, and it's been there for days. It doesn't matter which way I massage it. It is not going away, and I am to the point where I am tempted to carve it out and eat it just so I can possess it's incredible power.

Also, I haven't been sleeping well. Like, at all. In the past 72 hours I've probably slept 14 hours total, and 7 of those were racked up last night! The best part is that even though I finally got to sleep, I still feel tired! Ha! There really is no rest for the wicked.

And then there's the fact that my mornings, my blissfully lazy mornings before going to work have been filled with errands lately and it's obnoxious. I think I'm discovering that I really don't like doing anything that is actually required. No sir. Anything that would enable me to have a healthy, stable existence is so mundane and unending that it feels like a huge goddamn waste of my time. Grocery shopping? Just gonna have to go again. Laundry? Does it ever end? Prescription refills, pet supplies, paying bills, on and on and on. These small menial tasks are so obnoxious. Being an adult sucks.

I just want to play on my panpipes.

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Tags: a day in the life, angst, assorted bitchings, work
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