If you hear the song I sing
Work has been downright mind-numbing these past few days. It's like 2007 brought with it a wash of ennui, and I find the minutes drag by like nails down a chalkboard, so slow it makes your skin writhe.
It doesn't help that Carmen is up visiting from Missouri, either. Nothing against Carmen, of course, it's just that coming home from a day spent getting steadily more and more burnt out on people, the last thing I want to do is be sociable with yet another total stranger. Erik and Mara may be thrilled to pieces that she's here--and if it were I in their stead, I would be too--but yesterday I just went straight to bed after work mostly to avoid having to deal with another person, and if I had not come home to find the three of them were out somewhere, I probably would have done the same thing again today. It's too much work. I just don't even want to deal with it.
I want a cat.
It doesn't help that Carmen is up visiting from Missouri, either. Nothing against Carmen, of course, it's just that coming home from a day spent getting steadily more and more burnt out on people, the last thing I want to do is be sociable with yet another total stranger. Erik and Mara may be thrilled to pieces that she's here--and if it were I in their stead, I would be too--but yesterday I just went straight to bed after work mostly to avoid having to deal with another person, and if I had not come home to find the three of them were out somewhere, I probably would have done the same thing again today. It's too much work. I just don't even want to deal with it.
I want a cat.
posted by Betsi at 11:57 PM
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