Last Week Was A Real Shit Kicker

which maybe explains the lack of inspiration and interest in writing. normally i have like a zillion things going on in my brain and stuff i want to expound on, but last week was a struggle to the finish line and i didn't even have to work any overtime, which is pretty unusual in my position. i don't mind the overtime because it's extra money and my base salary is a real suckfest. true story--the adorable one added it up and i pretty much worked twice the hours i did at the toxic waste dump and made the same salary. crazy, huh? yet, it's hard to complain when it's paradise compared to the hell i used to go through.

i part of the problem was that i got downsized from a major project, which was a bummer. it was one that i was actually put in charge of, so to have part of it siphoned off to cabbage patch head, who was being a pain-in-the-ass, was making me super crabby/cranky/pissy. i know, it just doesn't seem possible. anyway, the thing is, by the adorable one took me to a nice dinner at our fave place, it was forgotten, and we had a decent weekend despite migraines on both days.

this week seems better and i even had a nice dinner with my mom. which if you asked me if i ever thought that was possible, i'm not sure i could have answered in the affirmative. but we did and i'm glad for it.

nobody said that life was champagne and roses. tons of people have it a million times more difficult than me. and i get that. i just hate to struggle. i just want it to be easy. but that's not how life works. and i've got it easier than most. plus the greatest mate on earth. so i'm not sure what i'm really complaining about.

oh yay, i just like to complain. how could i forget?