Sometimes just knowing that there are hidden subtleties in this world, is a major comfort.


This is my constant repeat this week. I love Bastille, so it's really no surprise.

I can't seem to wrap my head around this "days off" nonsense. I should be partaking in a week of lounging and reading and crocheting. I should be getting in my car and driving somewhere pointless, listening to music and writing emails that never get sent.
I should be sleeping in and lounging in the sunshine we are still being graced with.
but I'm a sucker for punishment. So I'm at job number two my entire set off, save for one day.
I try to justify it with, I'm going to Vegas and Ontario in December, and Vegas again, or Seattle again, or who knows where again in January. so I  can always use the extra bank.
I try to justify it with, I loved that job, even when I hated it I love it.
funny. I guess that feeling is transferable.