Back to Work, Attempt 2

It’s Day 17 and I had to work.

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I was dreading today, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I still have no appetite, and get too little sleep, so I was tired all day. I took a Xanax anyway.

Tomorrow will start unconscionably early, but it shouldn’t be too much harder than today, save for the considerable lack of sleep I’ll get tonight – even compared with the paltry sleep I’ve been getting.

Rain has already started falling; tomorrow will be worse. Saturday, a typhoon should hit, possibly directly. This saves me from having to work, as luck would have it, at all on Sunday. However, Saturday is shaping up to be so violent that I may not be able to leave my room. And that’s gonna be hard. The walks, the very long walks, are the only break I have from the desperation that sets in while I’m alone in my prison-cell-size room.

I don’t know what I’ll do. But I suspect a very wet and windy walk may be in order. Even if it’s just to a convenience store and back.

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One bright spot: The Dodgers lost to the Nats today on a Game 5, 10th-inning grand slam. So sometimes, even if only metaphorically, the Sun shines.

(Tomorrow the Astros-Rays Game 5 happens. I’m dreading that….)

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Now I’m in the Starbucks where I just finished some Job 2 tasks. Soonish, I’ll walk back in the light rain, likely after buying another umbrella. Then maybe I’ll try to sleep, I dunno. I’m gonna hate tomorrow and Saturday just like I’ve hated the last 17 days.

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It’s been 17 days.

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