Expialidelicious
I'm tired. I'm the kind of tired that lives inside of your tissues. I feel like you could peel away a layer of my flesh and find a compact, leathery, charred center inside. Smouldering and hissing in smoke and the vapor of what was once a life. Sizzling and spitting in the cool open air. I want to sleep inside of a spongecake for a year to sweeten my soul.
I am still managing this project, despite my repeated requests to get me the fuck out of here. I haven't been trained, so I can do little more than sit here like a toothless tiger and mewl in protest against all of the fucking around that goes on. I need more water. There is never enough water.
My next class is starting today. It really started for most people yesterday: the early birds logged in to get that jump-start. I was not as wise, because I was tired. I have a feeling that I am going to feel ass-out. Most of the people in this course are old enough to be my parents, and they have multi-decade careers working for Lockheed-Martin or G.E., or some such nonsense. They are MCSE and Comptia certified. I have nothing. I will be a sponge for their knowledge.
Hopefully, I won't have to lead a group this time.
I finally got my grade back from the last course. Unfortunately, I will not get to see the feedback on my last work. She said she sent it separately, but it has not arrived. What a shock. At least I know that I got an A.
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