Sweat and Tears, but No Blood Yet
Day three of “being unemployed.” Money I’ve made this week: $304.
Yesterday was the first time I came home from my writing class not crying. We’re writing personal essays, so not only do I have my writing torn up, I also have my life scrutinized.
“Really? I don’t believe you and Ryan are really that close. You’ve been living together for two years and how old are you? 34? Why aren’t you married? Most people your age would be by now. I want you to dig deeper.”
Yeah, sure. Thanks. I’ll go dig myself a ditch to throw myself in to. Is that deep enough? Thanks for the feedback. I have to go die now.
I am definitely working as hard as I did at the office. Minus the dog-walking, the break for Kelly and Regis, the coddling of my hot pepper plants on the roof, and the occasional — yes, occasional — Twittering. Okay, and blogging. But I was blogging at the office, too, so I don’t really count that as a newfound means of procrastinating.
On my plate today: sweating, anal sex, salmonella and relationship ditch-digging. Good times.
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Wait a second…what was that about “anal sex”? Can you please elaborate?
Your teacher sounds like a real joy. Whatever happened to enjoying life and taking it slow, instead of hitting some arbitrary mark and running down the aisle?
I recommend a shower, KY Jelly, Immodium AD, and a backhoe.