It’s been one of those weeks…
1. …when, upon returning home from work, you want to immediately start hitting the booze.
2. …when, upon returning home from work, you have only the energy to sit like a zombie in front of a TV set for 5 hours until it’s time to go to sleep.
3. …when one entertains fantasies of walking off the job whilst flipping everyone the finger.
4. …when you find yourself muttering to yourself “I hate this fucking place”.
5. …the thought of blogging anything is almost too much effort.
Sorry guys, I just can’t seem to get it together this week. I miss my Marlboro friend and haven’t figured out how to self-soothe yet. It’s kind of like being a baby again, minus the diapers and the breast feeding.