Emotional Quota

I think I’m just having a bad day.

I think it finally hit me that my boss is gone, that my project director is on the tail end of his tenure and before the changes begin to resemble anything like our previous team's chemistry—it’s going to be a rough restart. 

I think my PMS has decided that instead of gradually affecting me it said: “FUCKIT, YOU’RE GONNA FEEL ALL THE FEELZ TODAY.”

I think I'm super frustrated that every single Shiba Inu breeder I’ve reached out to has not given me anything close to a confirmation or even concrete information. At this point I've easily contacted over a dozen by now. I've searched the entire West Coast + Nevada + Arizona and I still can't get someone to take my deposit.

I think the fact that I want to burst into tears on my walk home is amplified by the fact there is no one to unleash this emotional wrath on as soon as I arrive. 

That last one is a big one.

That one always makes me feel especially crazy. It’s like a vicious cycle. I end up sobbing out of control because there is no one there to console me.

I just laughed out loud as I typed that last sentence. I want to cry because there is no one to cry to. Anyways… I’ve gotten out all the tears for the day. The emotional quota has been filled. 

You get five minutes—only. 

PS. I owe you a post about my travels. I owe you posts in general. They’re coming.