Work is kind of killing me.
Yeah.
Work is kind of killing me.
Yeah.
If only for a second.
Little solace comes
to those who gireve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves,
Moments before the wind.
- House of Leaves
Today was exhausting.
I’m starving.
I feel like throwing up.
Today is Saturday. Great! Terrific!
Emily has to be at work by 2.
This does not bode well with Emily.
(Talking in 3rd person makes Emily uncomfortable)
(Damn.)