That's it. I succumb. I guess this month is just going to be all about character building.
Aside from occasional, cleverly planned, desperately anticipated moments, I am going to spend this month cranky and stressed and devoid of the dazzling burst of sunshine which everyone seems to credit me for.
I apologize in advance if you feel yourself affected by my lack of strength to be my usual brilliant and enthusiastic self, I apologize if none of my words serve as inspiration or mesmerization or poetry for a little while.
Not that there's anything wrong or that I'm unhappy or that the world is in any way ending, I just apparently have so much on my plate that it really is getting to me.
For the next 24 days I get to find out what it feels like to be a Yuppie.
Ironically, there is a reminder in my calendar for every Monday for the next four weeks to SNAP OUT OF IT.
One month max, no more than one more week if I can help it.
I keep telling myself, the only difference between me and the people who've given up and been swallowed by the cities and forgotten that there is Life Outside Concrete -- is that I plan to keep fighting.