Sigh
I seem to be suffering from an intense case of ennui. I suspect it is due to my job finally sucking out what was left of my soul. Everything seems horribly tedious, or horribly frustrating, or both. My apartment is a disatster, thus reflecting the state of the rest of my life. Christmas is coming. Another family dinner, another chance for my stepmother to count how many cookies I eat. The sky is gray and miserable. My knee hurts constantly. I want to do nothing except sit on the floor and eat cake.
Sigh
Sigh