Yeah, man, like...for some reason, I am just never able to get on chat at work anymore. I don't feel more busy than usual, but in the past I'd usually had at least ten or fifteen minutes here and there to be able to chill at my desk - not even on breaks - but I don't anymore.

Honestly, at this point, venting is just having to think about it, and that's just exhausting. There's not much to vent, other than, I don't like being called a stupid fucking bitch in my own house. So. There's that.

(I wonder what he would say if he knew I used him, in part, as my reference point for writing Lizzie Borden? :/)