I'm freezing.

Like, actually. To my death.

It's so cold in this mind-numbing, soul-crushing, hellacious place that I could cry. And then my tears would turn to ice.

I want some other -- almost any other -- job. Well, I want something better. I want to step UP. But I'm reaching the conclusion that anything to remove myself from these feelings of stuckness and misery and undesired body temperature would, in fact, be a step up.

I feel all losty and angsty and I'm wondering why the hell, at age 25, I'm not over this mess that I've been making since I was 15.



On the bright side, I've things to be thankful for. Things for which I ought rejoice. And, really, what more could one ask for? My family is in good health and good spirit, I have my health, and I have a very groovy thing goin' with a lovely and wonderful man who is smart and sweet and patient with my angsty ass.

So, things is good.

But they could be gooder.