oh fuck off reality

technology really does make the distances seem smaller. less stressful and far. more manageable. huh. damn this global village stuff, still feels hella far away.
wish i would travel like in the old days and simply fold a map and i'd be there.

god reality has now hit and hit hard. the world unfortunately doesn't stop, or at least graciously pause, when you are going through emotional distress and difficult times. the work load continues to grow larger and larger and cause more trouble- rather than fading away into the mist, and the abyss where bad work goes to die, like it rightfully should. deadlines and research still continue with your name on them, barking in the background, looming more dangerously. wouldn't it be nice if the world stop working and disappeared when i rolled up into a small ball in my bed. so much work has been waiting in the side wings for me, and now its run out and taken centre stage, despite me still realing from the madness of emotions this last month has bought me.

found your lonely, single sock in my bag when i unpacked yesterday. cried more about that than anything else thus far. poor lonely sock. i'll nurse it back to good health and take care like he were my own i promise.