Chain Gang

After a fantabulous visit with my mama, I’m back at work and I have to say, I’m not ready and I’m not happy about it.
It’s cold and grey in here and it feels like an invisible ghost is punching at my chest and making it hard to breathe.
There is a weird student stretching and shirtless outside my window and I’m fairly certain that at any moment I’m going to be exposed to his fraternity-styled balls.
People keep talking and saying weird work things that aren’t about gardens or nature or Game of Thrones or dogs or booze and they just don’t get that I just don’t care. They just keep talking and expecting me to respond.
Enough.

  • Duly noted, I will discuss only fun & happy things next time I see you. WHICH BETTER BE IN JUST A FEW HOURS, RIGHT?!? Right.