I'm fucking tired of this heat. It's fucking the morning and the AC is on. I'm losing my mind! My weather bug says it's 61 outside, my ass! No fucking way it's 61, because if it were when I went out there to water the fucking plants on the deck, I'd want a jacket.
Monday I go back to work. I'm actually not looking forward to it.
Slow progress being my made on issues. Is it wrong to say I'm sick of that too? I'm sick of feeling broken.