"what is life? we are born, we live a little and we die"

this is going to be a random one.... estoy cansada. tired as hell. working 7 days a week. everyweek. and not even making enough money. and. holidays are around the corner. what im dreading is not the cooking, cleaning, family stress, holding holiday party at my new apartment [i claim temporary insanity when i decided THAT].... nope. not even the fact that once again i will what seemed to be the one without a bf, yet again... nope, i can deal with that... what i am not going to be able to deal with is the.. when are you going to get a real job conversation. argh. do not even want to think about that. im just tired. and sad. i would like to sleep for days. and then some more. maybe some rest will end my peter pan complex and will stop wanting to be a kid again. oh but im so tired. exhausted. done. maybe i should get up. walk around. get some coffee. [no cream/sugar]. but i wont. i wont get up until it is time to go home. only that i dont get to go home. not yet. what am i going to do with my life? what am i going to be? what am i going to do with my life? what am i going to be? what am i going to do with my life? what am i going to be? what am i going to do with my life? what am i going to be? what am i going to do with my life? what am i going to be? what am i going to do with my life? what am i going to be? what am i going to do with my life? what am i going to be? what am i going to do with my life? what am i going to be? what am i going to do with my life? what am i going to be? what am i going to do with my life? what am i going to be? what am i going to do with my life? what am i going to be? oh yeah... and i have a birthday coming up in two weeks....

let's drink.

A LOT.

ps. as usual, everyday i find something new i like about this city. today, it was the sunrise from a queens' apt window. but i was too tired to fuly appreciate it.

pss. and as usual as well, emil made me smile.