Torment is being terribly sick and being stuck inside a (ridiculously filthy) apartment while outside, life blooms verdant green in perfect spring weather.
Torment is having such a pigsty of an apartment. Hey, it was all fine until I had to tear it apart looking for my passport. Which was under a nintendo game cartridge. We're talking Super NES people, perfect size to hide a passport.
Torment is living this strange, liminal existence as an expat in a temporary contract job, loving the money and the travel, hating the job, loving the boyfriend, hating the distance. Do I stay? Do I pack up and face the inevitable - no career, probably uni again, no prospects?
Torment is having a backlog of photos from travels and a terminal inability to upload them to Facebook. Hyperbole? No. This could actually kill me, like if I get so frustrated I throw my laptop into kitchen sink and get electrocuted, or something.
Torment is teaching my third years. But that's a looong story.
Happy Mother's Day everybody!!!
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