I'm Alive

Barely.

Some huge bug chomped on my leg. I prefer "chomp" rather than "feed." That's a bit too Bram Stoker for me.

I could not get out of bed yesterday. At ALL. I literally slept on and off from about 4 am Saturday to 7 am this morning. Strange dreams plagued me, too.

Lots of my childhood house, more marauding elves, dark streets, sewers, towers, and me being 4 ft. tall. No spicy food, either. In fact, I didn't eat at all yesterday. Once glass of water at 11:15 pm, and that was it.

I think I'm making up for all the years of sleep I didn't get. It comes on like exhaustion, too. I literally can't move.

Applied to a lovely Reuters position this morning. Since half my company is going over there, does it matter? I don't think so. Our resident closet Queen, JD, is leaving. Wonder where his bubblehead assistant is going to go. She came back after not working here for one year to specifically work for him. She has all the intelligence of a shoe string. Plenty of people are probably dancing in the aisles that he's gone. He had the charm of a (drag queened) cockroach. Good riddance, I say.

The mental burden of still being here is too much.

Off to Borough Hall on Wednesday. Let's see what happens there.