I hate it.
I've lost any love I have for the place. It's expensive, it's crowded, the air quality sucks, and my house is ridiculous.
Our house takes $10k a month to keep running, my wife is obsessed with getting grass to grow and spends every available moment out in the yard. I'd help but I'm not interested and my work isn't up to snuff. I sometimes see her through the bushes like a yeti passing in the afternoon light.
Right now I'm on a day off. I work four tens, and Mondays I get for running errands and having appointments, things I can't do during my work week because the work week takes all my life away from me, leaves me dry and dead. A fall leaf. But today is my day off so I'm at a pizza place that makes vegan pizza. I'm not vegan (I still wear leather boots and a leather belt, I drink beer and wine and eat honey and etc) but my diet is entirely plant based. One year of plant based diet, my cholesterol went up. I'm the only person that can happen to. But I'll keep at it. I like the environment. I just replaced my car with a hybrid. I care about the future your kids will live.
Let's see. I now know people who like their jobs. Some who love them. I'm always amazed. I keep thinking I'll get old enough to be like that.
Speaking of old, holy crap, are we old.
More later. Pizza now.
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