It is only Wednesday and yet it seems like this week has stretched itself for months, but that cannot be as it seems that I left Adam at St. Margaret's bus station only yesterday. This week had sapped the last of my patience, leaving my nerves so brittle that they might just snap.
But I have to admit that I've been handing things here quite well. I've been taking the bullshit spoonful at a time, and if I just bring myself to survive till the weekend I might just fool myself long enough to believe that this is the last of it. And yes, this weekend more than any other brings promise of relaxation, escape and fleeting moments of joy. Let this week end already. But it hasn't yet as we're all still here.
You sitting there counting your toes, passing snide remarks on everything while I sit here typing, trying my hardest to count to a hundred.
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