El Sicko

My first hour after quitting my job: my mind is at ease. Bitterness will only harm myself.

The first day off of my job: like a big raging torrent my entire body sets itself on "release" and within 5 hours I'm sick.

I've been sick since Saturday. Like the period after college finals when all that stress balls itself up and then manifests itself, I've lost 3 precious days to pack, shop for gifts and make my life absolutely perfect before sendoff. It's like Chinese water torture with each passing hour. So now it's 1:15am and I'm about to pull an all-nighter while hacking a lung before leaving to Europe. Forget about fabulosity.

It took us all day alone to do the single task of finding glasses for our little dude today. And about 3 seconds before he ripped them off his face. Preceded by Abbass and I almost signing divorce papers, which always happens before every major life transition, we inevitably scream at each other in parking lots, car rides to pick up meds at CVS, and while doing laundry. And before that, dealing with the prospect of our trip being canceled by the volcano-no-one-could-pronounce made me rattle off about "global dependencies" at work like an blabbering idiot.

Have to end this now. Because I have to pack. Like, clothes.