I’m wishing my life away one work week at a time. I live for the weekend. I live Friday to Friday; completely indifferent to what happens 5 days a week. I’ve missed three entire seasons just trying to get by. Winter, Spring, and Summer completely escaped me while I was sleepwalking through the day and drinking myself to sleep every night.
I’m an angry person living in a happy person’s life. I was born in the country that defined the word Monopoly, made it a real thing and then turned it into a board game. We just mortgaged Park Place and Boardwalk, and now I’m overqualified and underemployed. I’m frustrated, and at the end of the day it’s all I can do to swear drink.
