This entry is for me, a sarcasm-laced pep talk to remind myself that yeah, life sucks and then you die, but the current round of perennial crap is due to pass in another couple of months and we will survive. Mostly.
Without going into all of the gory details, my stress levels just passed the Oort cloud and still expanding. It’s not just one thing. It’s a cascade of big and little crap that’s determined to wash me away, and I’m just as determined not to let it, no matter how tempting it is to chuck everything and move to Tahiti. Well maybe not Tahiti, but somewhere away from the usual round of bureaucratic, personal and financial BS. Part of it is my own fault for putting up with crap I shouldn’t, both at work and at home. I won’t burden anyone reading here with those details, I’ll just say I’m trying to work out the specifics on the best way to remedy things. No matter if I choose Door #1, #2 or #3, it’s not a way out, it’s just another load of crap to deal with.
On top of everything else, the battery died on my mp3 player, just when I needed it most. After some tossing and turning I finally oozed out of bed and into a more or less upright position. Here I sit, bleary-eyed and droopy-tailed.
I really have to remember to win the lottery this weekend. For some silly reason they have a rule that you have to buy a lottery ticket to do so. Can you imagine the gall of some people? Eh, guess I’ll do that tomorrow if I can get up the energy. When I win $150 million, I’m going to become a hermit. I’ll stuff cash into the hands of the soul-suckers, then disappear myself somewhere. It’s a win-win.
Gonna try the whole sleep thing again in the next few minutes. Wish me luck. Between the crazy stress and the outrageous crop of mosquitoes, I’m ready to scream. You tend not to sleep well when you’re screaming, either, or so I’ve been told.