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The fiction well appears to be dry.
I'm home alone at the moment, having turned down an offer to buy me a ticket to a Broadway show to be named later (via the TKTS booth): the show in question turned out to be The Producers. I turned it down because I suspected I'd fall asleep partway through, or have to skip work tomorrow, or both: the former would be rude and a waste of a ticket, and the latter would cost me more than the ticket price, so I'm better off buying myself a matinee ticket.
Not that I've been to the theatre lately, because the sleepiness isn't a one-off, it's a consequence of this damned commute, a situation in which going to bed at 10:45 instead of 10:15 is something I pay for the next day.
And I have this job because the previous temp was sent home after less than a week for falling asleep on the job.
I'm both feeling extra resentment that I've given up the evening out (with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cattitude, two of his siblings, one of his in-laws, three nieces, and a nephew) for a job that is likely to end before the month does, and vaguely figuring that it's okay because I'll get my life back soon.
Not that I've been to the theatre lately, because the sleepiness isn't a one-off, it's a consequence of this damned commute, a situation in which going to bed at 10:45 instead of 10:15 is something I pay for the next day.
And I have this job because the previous temp was sent home after less than a week for falling asleep on the job.
I'm both feeling extra resentment that I've given up the evening out (with
cattitude, two of his siblings, one of his in-laws, three nieces, and a nephew) for a job that is likely to end before the month does, and vaguely figuring that it's okay because I'll get my life back soon.I'm home alone at the moment, having turned down an offer to buy me a ticket to a Broadway show to be named later (via the TKTS booth): the show in question turned out to be The Producers. I turned it down because I suspected I'd fall asleep partway through, or have to skip work tomorrow, or both: the former would be rude and a waste of a ticket, and the latter would cost me more than the ticket price, so I'm better off buying myself a matinee ticket.
Not that I've been to the theatre lately, because the sleepiness isn't a one-off, it's a consequence of this damned commute, a situation in which going to bed at 10:45 instead of 10:15 is something I pay for the next day.
And I have this job because the previous temp was sent home after less than a week for falling asleep on the job.
I'm both feeling extra resentment that I've given up the evening out (withcattitude, two of his siblings, one of his in-laws, three nieces, and a nephew) for a job that is likely to end before the month does, and vaguely figuring that it's okay because I'll get my life back soon.
Not that I've been to the theatre lately, because the sleepiness isn't a one-off, it's a consequence of this damned commute, a situation in which going to bed at 10:45 instead of 10:15 is something I pay for the next day.
And I have this job because the previous temp was sent home after less than a week for falling asleep on the job.
I'm both feeling extra resentment that I've given up the evening out (with
cattitude, two of his siblings, one of his in-laws, three nieces, and a nephew) for a job that is likely to end before the month does, and vaguely figuring that it's okay because I'll get my life back soon..