It’s windy. Again. Or still. I’m not even sure at this point. All I know is that I woke up with a headache. The kind of headache that feels like it’s going to last for three days because it has nothing better to do.

Also, I really fucking hate my job. It bugs me to go to work everyday. I literally dread it. I daresay I dread it more than camp. Well, maybe not. No, definitely not more than camp. I would look for a new one, but the odds of finding one are slim and none, so I will soldier on. (Please don’t feed me a line of crap about how I should be grateful I even have a job and I should take the experience for what’s it worth. I’ve heard all that before and none of it is true. When an experience becomes so bad that you want quit, you are no longer taking anything valuable from it).

I need a vacation. But I won’t get one until June. And then I’ll be stuck here anyway because my dad’s mother is coming to visit. Which basically means I get to give up my room for five days and listen to her judge everyone and tell my parents what a crappy job they’re doing because they don’t let my brother and I be independent.

Please don’t try to leave encouraging comments and cheer me up. Odds are high that it isn’t going to work right now.