It’s My Party and I’ll Cry if I Want to

I have been uncharacteristically busy all week long.  Not only am I swamped at work, but my after-hours life has been plagued by my additional secretarial responsibilities, my hunt for a condo resembling something livable, and my writing class.  The stress from work makes the extra hours away from home seem unbearable.  All I want to do is relax and escape, but instead I’m only confronted with my fear that my greatest skill in life is in observing the world from the outside and taking notes but never really being a part of anything significant.

I know this post is strikingly similar to a pity party.  I hope you brought streamers and kazoos. 

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