work

It's only today that I realize what a relief the past two weeks have been. Of course, I only realize that because it's not like that any more.

I heard the Blur cover of Oliver's Army on the way in this morning. I didn't realize chorus would set the tone of my day.

(no subject)

Sometimes it's all I can do to hold the acid tongued, mean, bitchy low blood sugar beast in check, particularly as my resources dwindle away to nothing. It put in a brief cameo today before I could stuff it back in my mouth, much to the (prissy, annoying, needless) displeasure of my supervisor. No food, no team members, increasing workload and insufferable meetings (while still being expected to do the work of three or four, and not take lunch or breaks) are probably extenuating circumstances, but the loss of control is not good.

(no subject)

I am a toxic tar pit. There is something dark and rank deep down that never comes to the surface, but instead sends noxious bubbles to the surface that hint at what lies below.

Just, fuck. I want to be a sunny meadow instead.