Beat 'Em or Join 'Em...

My eyes are stinging. I loathe this screen, this keyboard, the telephone and it's nonstop chattering. How did I end up in this place? This is not who I am. But I am here. Who am I then, if I have allowed myself to end up here. I guess it's about time I figured that shit out. Isn't it? Maybe not. Maybe I'll just go outside and sit in the sunshine for a while. I'll check my voicemail when I'm good and ready. Balls to this desk and the clutter I call my organized chaos. The beach is calling my name. Can you hear it? Listen. There. Right there. Yeah, that's it. I'm calling it a day and going to roll in the muck. Geese shit never felt so good between my toes. (that's really gross...maybe I'll wear my sandals...)