Oh, I am kind of cranky.

I must go back to work tomorrow, wouldn't you be, were you in my place?

Well, I've been working here, don't get the idea that I'm a sloppy sloth; but tomorrow I have to go back to the office and freeze my ass in that horrible house, and suffer all the commentaries that undoubtely will be made about my mental health.

Sheesh it sucks. I hate my job. Totally fucking hate it. I hate to leave my house, in the first place; my antisocial-ness (uh? not enough English) has made me more than a little agoraphobic. I realize this is ultimately bad for me; no one should hate his/her job just because they don't want to leave the house. But I wonder, were I going to a challenging, fulfilling job, wouldn't I be happy to do it? I think I would.

Whatever. I hate my job. I HATE it.