So this is happening 30 feet from me right now. Oh, joy.
I forgot that today is the day they start ripping out and replacing the water mains on my street. Which means for the next two weeks, I will have to endure the noise, dust, and dirt that comes with all these lovely industrial machines. Also a few days without water here and there.
Don’t get me wrong - infrastructure improvements of any kind are a welcome thing. But it’s already driving my dog fucking bonkers, and It will make working from home a cacophonous, stressful nightmare.
BEEP BEEP BEEEP CRASH SCRAAAAAAPE GRIND GRIND GRIND

So this is happening 30 feet from me right now. Oh, joy.

I forgot that today is the day they start ripping out and replacing the water mains on my street. Which means for the next two weeks, I will have to endure the noise, dust, and dirt that comes with all these lovely industrial machines. Also a few days without water here and there.

Don’t get me wrong - infrastructure improvements of any kind are a welcome thing. But it’s already driving my dog fucking bonkers, and It will make working from home a cacophonous, stressful nightmare.

BEEP BEEP BEEEP CRASH SCRAAAAAAPE GRIND GRIND GRIND

Apparently today will be “Postdrome Thursday”

I feel like a mildly sedated child.

TT part deux: SAD

I have pretty bad S.A.D, so this is the time of year when I normally turn into a miserable shell of a person until April-ish, because of the weather. This year is turning out to be particularly hard, and is taking a huge toll on me physically and emotionally.

Yes, it’s snowy all over the country, and that’s not really it. Nor is it the weeks on end of sub-freezing temperatures. It’s the persistent gray. I mean, in Boston, it snows, and then the sun comes out. In Chicago, it snows, and then the sun comes out. But not here.

If you’ve ever spent an extended amount of time in Western NY in the winter, you know what I mean. The sky is a constant, lifeless and diffuse gray. I feel like I am a bug, trapped under a styrofoam cup by a malevolent child. And it’s killing me.

quoteskine:


My Heart Is Not Broken (It’s Just Really Bored)

quoteskine:

My Heart Is Not Broken (It’s Just Really Bored)

My Thursday morning, by the numbers

1 - rejection letter via email,

13 - Tumblr unfollows since yesterday,

5 - times I’ve had to reboot my Mac,

12 - frames of film eaten by a jammed Hasselblad back,

4 - tablets of Advil taken,

96 - tablets of Advil spilled on the floor,

6 - pints of beer I plan on drinking at the pub tonite, because fuck this day in particular.