Well getting back into the swing of things is proving to be more stressful than I thought. Every time I get away from New York and I come back there is always something waiting for me to bring me downer than bottom. Lower than Bottom is correct but the other one is dramatically cuter. I'm lost right now, pay no mind to the silliness that attempts to creep in through the cracks of despair.

Problems with solutions, but nevertheless, problems that I didn't expect or want. Well who really wants problems? That is just silly. But whatever.
The weekend is here, and that means work. Work today after work, work an eleven to twelve hour shift tomorrow, and then cap it off with a shift on Sunday. It is getting really tired.
Then we start it again. Start it again. Damn cycle is so so monotonous, I just want to quit them all and find a new way. Just leave everything behind.

Beauty in the Breakdown... I guess.