rant
So damned odd to think that as a kid, I used to love summer.
Now, it's hot. It's buggy. No one has any expectations of me. There's everywhere to potentially go, but virtually nowhere to be. Most moments seem so sqandered and so monotonous.
I hope I'm not becoming one of those people who hates every little inconvenience or idiosyncracy about life. More and more, though, it feels like I am. I clench my teeth when AOL boots me off for no reason. I add the fact that I'm still waiting for my social security card and my marriage lisence to come from SSA to the fact that I have no job to the fact that the pyromaniac neighbors have this strange affinity for setting off fire alarms at odd hours to the fact that the apartment's distractingly messing and I'm sick all the time, and I sit and fret and mope. It's just that life gets so damned frustrating. It's uber-healthy that I look forward to my husband coming home, and it's natural that I'm anxious about the mail coming, but anymore, that's all the day-to-day stuff I look forward to.
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