June 11th, 2004

Break, damnit, break!!!

The universe just doesn't want to let me break down.

But fuck man, I want to.

The death just hit me. Hard.

So while my parents are sitting shivah at home, getting visitors from all over the building, why aren't I with them?

Because I'm at work, getting slammed left and right because I'm the only fucking person here. I'm covering one person who is out for a month, the big boss is out all this week, and the project that I had to delay due to the funeral is now due Monday, has completely changed.

I'll be working all damn weekend long, on my laptop in Brooklyn as we sit shivah.

I want friends. I want hugs. I want a fucking shoulder to cry on. I want physical touch.

And it just isn't going to happen.
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