work

Jeremy only just reminded me over lunch that, last Wednesday, full of the joys of spring, I informed him that all was well with the world and I wanted to be short 1000 HK11 before Christmas. The world was a different place back in the old days of last Wednesday. I still remember my headache-free days, my being able to sleep through the night, and the pleasant feeling of not being glued to a screen, bug-eyed and terrified, for a solid week of hell. I want a different fucking job.