Return of the blahs

Monday is the worst morning. Coffee is not helping (because I am out of milk), pancakes didn't help (because I have no maple syrup), and the thought of leaving the apartment in a few minutes is definitely not helping.

Oh, Aruki shift, how I loathe thee. Standing at the gate, no sunlight and freezing gusts of wind, not permitted to put my hands in my pockets...Hurry up and get here, March.

It was both his birthday and Christmas presents

I don't know if the boss is aware of just how close he came to being stabbed today. By Sean, and then by me. I'm still kind of stabby just thinking about it.

I wish, on days when he's done stuff to piss people off, he wouldn't talk to me. Because there's really no response I can give that doesn't end with me choking on my own bile, and I am sick of the taste.

Don't sidle up to me in the morning and try to convince me I should stay on into next year, and then turn around in the middle of the day and say that the English teachers have to work during the extended care shifts over the winter break. Don't you dare thank me for going to work in Sakura class when you're going back on your word about everything.

I used to like the boss, but now I'm just a seething vortex of hatred.

She dreams of marathons who never even bothers to jog

One day, baby, I'm going to put on my shoes and run away from here. I'm going to run and run and I'm not going to stop until I feel the sun on my back and the waves at my feet. I'll run until I forget why I started in the first place, and then maybe I'll be ready to face tomorrow.