I just taken an oxycodone. I know nothing about narcotics, only that this one is pretty popular. My friend gave it to me a while back and I tucked it away for a rainy day.
I wanted to do some research before gulping it down and I found out that if I crush this little bugger instead of swallowing it, I can die. My friend forgot to mention that little nugget of trivia. If I chew and swallow, I might never wake up.
It’s 8:33 PM. Well, actually it’s really 9:33 because of daylight savings. We just fell behind today.
This pill is time-released. That’s why you can’t chew it. You shouldn’t even cut it in half.
I’m starting to get very sleepy.
That post I wrote, the one with the $$$ as its title, I just want to clarify that it’s still too early to know for certain if I’m actually netting $100 a day. It’s too soon to tell. It’s on par with someone announcing on Facebook that they’re one week pregnant. Or that their boyfriend had just inserted his penis and taken it back out and now there might be babies (smiling and celebratory emoji’s).
Most pregnancy’s don’t even make it to full term, so this new found success of mine is like a week old fetus, not even that. It’s the sperm still in the sack. And not even a healthy sack. It’s a 300 pound 40 year old virgins sack is where my success is. Basically non-existant.
I’ve been working a lot. An insane amount. The president of the United States works less than I do and thus, the oxycodone that now resides in my gut. Gently eking out blissful lullaby’s.
I need MORE therapists. Here’s who I hired so far: Karyl, Patricia, Igor, Debora, Austin and Lori. All within the last 30 days.
And it’s still not enough.
I finally felt it today, the anger welling up inside. It was unbearable and I hate myself for it. How can I be angry that my business is busy? How can I be angry that clients like us and that I finally have some extra dough?
Because I hate giving massage. I hate it, detest it, I loathe it, abhor it. And while I’m massaging, the phone goes unanswered, the emails, unchecked. My new employee’s are clueless as to what to do (I haven’t had time to train them).
With each client I massage, I sink further and further into a wretched venomous anger. I feel my horns, the scales on the back of my throat, an acidic burn. I become the embodiment of evil. Miserable. The most miserable wretched person. The most ungrateful, naive, spoilt bratty prat.
I don’t often feel anger and it’s amazing that I feel it under these circumstances – having to give copious amounts of massage. I mean, who gets angry over that? I mean really angry? As much as I do?
One of my new therapists got booked last minute for a half-hour massage today and she asked if someone else can take it (aka me). I wanted to punch her.
That’s what sparked my anger, my outrage, by her asking that. Of course I said no. What I really wanted to say was, “are you fucking kidding me?”
I was angry for the rest of the day, until I finished with my last client. All because she asked that.
I added another massage room to the lease. It’s a real shit-hole. The amount of work that needs to be done is seismic. And we need that room set up as soon as humanly possible so every time I have to massage someone, I get angry. I get angry because I have NO TIME for anything.
Two of my co-workers asked if I was Okay – I had no idea, literally no clue, my aggravation was showing on the outside.
People are so caught up in the election. Fuck the election. I don’t give a shit about the election. Literally, this year feels like a civil war between Trump and Hillary fans. If you’re a Trump fan, Hillary fans will smite you, belittle you, call you names and same goes for Trump fans. And it’s such a close race that the entire election is based off of smear campaigns. Whoever has the biggest most recent scandal on Tuesday will be the loser. Last week, Trump had the biggest scandal but this week, Hillary’s is bigger (maybe not bigger, but more recent). It doesn’t matter how big the scandal is, as long as it’s not in todays paper, you’re safe. Your policies don’t matter, only your character. Only trust matters. And only if you can be trusted TODAY. Not yesterday, not tomorrow, but today.
I think all Trump and Hillary supporters are idiots (sorry 85% of my Facebook friends).
Holy shit I’m tired.
I’m just tired, period. Even without the oxycodone, I’m sick and tired. Sick and tired thinking my reprieve is right over this last and final hill I have to climb. It’s never the last and final hill, there’s always another. And that’s where my anger comes from.
This little pill is acting like a sleeping pill, not much else is happening. No euphoria or anything like that. It’s BS. At least my back’s no longer hurting.
I was cruising Facebook earlier and found out that China has a tradition of eating dogs for one week a year. The facebook post was a petition to get it stopped. The dog eating begins in 7 days. There were pictures of dogs getting boiled alive and set on fire alive, I can NOT read stuff like that. Each year, less and less Chinese are attending the event. Most of them find it sickening. There are protesters everywhere, it’s not a safe celebration anymore with so many activists these days and knowing that, makes me feel better.
But I can’t stop hugging and kissing my dog now. I feel like by me loving him so much and taking care of him, I’m somehow helping the poor dogs in China, and the poor starving strays worldwide actually. Like I’m giving them a big hug too.
If only I can see people the way I see dogs, you know what I mean? People suffer too, they’ve been burned, molested, tortured….people suffer every day. But you don’t see me hugging and kissing people like I’m hugging and kissing my dog (and all the dogs of the world).
I don’t get it. Maybe people cancel each other out. People make other people suffer, so by me loving people, that means I’m also loving the abusers, the molesters, the narcissists. Yes, people definitely cancel each other out. When I hug one person, it’s not like I’m hugging all the people in all the world. Not like when I hug my dog.