The Right Words

The worst part of work isn't the hours, or the management, or the co-workers, or even the wages.
The worst part of work is that it completely exhausts my ability to fake it - you know, being less-than-miserable. I get home and it isn't the exhaustion that does me in, but the aching desire not to have to put up with anything, from anyone at all. I seem to remember having more of this ability, earlier on. I suppose faking a smile comes a little harder when you can't really combat the darkness inside anymore.

Feel My Heart Race...

"Now I'll take the blame,
so forget my name..."

Stung

Highlights of my day? Twenty minutes into work I got stung by a wasp.
Turns out I'm not allergic - and in fact my body seems to have been insulted.
Hurt like a bitch for a little while, swelled up...two hours later, it was almost gone.
Now? Couldn't even tell you where it was.

Work Still Sucks

No, I have not forgotten about the piano cover of Roses.