i've been having a few shitty days at work where i wish i could fall down the stairs while carrying the crates of milk and smack my face on the metal bench, driving my nose and/or jawbone into my brain. or hurl myself through the floor-to-ceiling window in the boardroom. today wasn't so bad. i only thought about how i don't have to do this forever if i finish my degree. most mornings i promise myself that i will vent it all on this blog, with real names and identifying features included, and who gives a fuck if it comes up in the search results for the department.
i tend to simmer down by about three though.