19, 18, 17, 16, and 15, Hell Week: I realize this is cheating since I’m lumping all five days together, though me ranting in 5 separate posts would be immensely annoying - for you and for me.
Some weeks are good, some bad, others are designed to make you wish for death. This was one of those weeks. Death obviously did not come for me, so I experienced a phenomenon that can only be referred to as: Meta-Sucky. Yap, I was pretty much feeling sucky for feeling sucky. Sucks.
Weeks like this cannot be helped, and I know that there will be more hell weeks in the coming years so I might as well accept that shit happens. Repeat after me, shit happens. It’ll pass. Friends (others don’t), happy food (Coke Float), and happy music (Vitamin String Quartet, I owe you fan mail) helps.
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