Velouria (velouria) wrote,

Elevator Lady Levitate Me.

Been taking less of the Lexapro lately, in part because it costs $75 and cutting it up makes it last longer. I feel my weepiness coming back. Not sure what to think of that. On the surface that sounds bad, right? Weeping. But sometimes you need to weep; Especially when you live my life, Jesus Christ. I wanted to cry all day long at work today. Well, really I wanted to sleep which is why I'm going to bed at 8:30 tonight. Such a waste of life, sitting there. And yet I do nothing about it. I continue to sit there wanting to sleep and cry, day in and day out, over and over and over. It's the most pathetic thing in the world. I feel so soul-sick.

I feel regular old sick when everyone in the building rushes into the elevator before I've had the chance to exit it. What the hell is wrong with people? What possesses you to barrel headlong toward opening doors of an elevator before you know who or what's coming out of it? I swear elevators, freight and otherwise, have become my number one source of irritation since moving downtown. Number two being Natalya, and an appearance by her usually coincides with an elevator of some variety.
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