Doldrums

I’ll be damned if I did­n’t think I was going to make it through this win­ter with­out becom­ing filled with dis­con­tent­ed rage as my pecu­liar form of SAD takes effect. The day start­ed out with me get­ting com­plete­ly ignored by the bus as it zoomed past its stop, and steadi­ly dis­in­te­grat­ed when I got to work to find a small shit­pile of hate mail about the new coun­ty site; includ­ing one gem from a cer­tain “impor­tant” res­i­dent of my neigh­bor­hood. After work, I decid­ed to do my laun­dry and some dude zipped past me as I was load­ing it into my car and sprayed my laun­dry with filthy slush. I also real­ized that I have the equiv­a­lent of anoth­er full time job in vol­un­teer work right now, so that I’m neglect­ing Tremon­ter and my per­son­al site. Some­thing has to give, and it won’t be me, dammit.

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