Cosmos

Oh how the cosmos mocks me. I believe that the 'powers that be' have a direct feed from my blog, because every time I write about something good (re: recent post - Moody) they turn the tables and my world turns to a whole heap of shit.

Am I exaggerating? No. I think not. I am not going to explain the whole situation because quite frankly, I don't think you'd believe me. Let's just say this: If good things come in small packages (read; bar of chocolate) then bad things most definitely come in large, pulsating, comically oversized bags of CRAP.

I've turned to smoking again, to relieve the stress. The valium bottle is also being hit a little too hard. And my colleagues are blissfully unaware of the true extent of the vague situation I communicated to them. BUT, this is a good thing. The less my problems are brought into the work atmosphere, the more I can escape them while in the office.

This is my action plan: Work is escape. Work is a place of joy and happiness. Work does not house stress.

Bring on Monday...