I need a break. A break which involves no doctors appointments.
A break which involves snow.
Where is my snow, biatch?
I hate working. I hate being here with nothing to do but write.
That's all I ever do. Write papers. Go to the gym. Go to physical therapy. Sleep. Eat. Take drugs for my foot.
Shouldn't there supposed to be more to my life than this?
I want something more than this.
