Patriot Football

It's an old question with me, isn't it? "Where has the writing gone?" It isn't here. It's visiting its dad for a few months. It's off to college. I don't know. It isn't here, though. This much is certain.

 

Here is how my day-to-day goes:

 

Wake up @0800

Dressed, washed up and out the door by 0830

Work the museum 0900-1730

Change clothes, drive downtown

Work the Cheesecake Factory from 1800-2300

Drive home

Repeat

 

I had a brief stint with Domino's but since it was the lowest paying job, I couldn't justify the excess wear and tear on my vehicle and on me. I still work 7 days a week.

 

I went to H&R Block to file my taxes a few days ago. 

After all was said and done,

I was informed that my refund would be about $200.

 

$200.

365 days of work and taxes, work and taxes, work and taxes,

bullshit bullshit bullshit, work and taxes, work and taxes...

And in the end, the fine folks at the tax office were kind enough to let me keep

$200.

 

I am deflated. I am exhausted.

I am being a total Whiny McTear-Stain

and I am not handling non-work related situations well.

I feel I am getting soft.

Like all Those Bitches can smell my exhaustion

and they are licking their whore mouth chops...

 

Am I going insane?

Am I there already?

 

Time will surely tell.