stendec

So yeah, I'm taking off work again because of this miserable cold I have. And because I really despise the job. It's so far away. Three hours of my life are stolen from me each day just to get there. Sure, I read and make use of it, but forced subway and bus reading is not the best. I'm surprised they haven't fired me yet. I don't really care anymore if they do, I can find something else. I don't know why I'm going on about it. All I want to do is live, love, and write