Tired

Fuck! The damn plumbers set off the fire alarm again. The receptionist (who can see my building from her desk) phoned down to tell me there were fire trucks in front of the building. I went over to see what was up and the trucks were leaving just as I got there. I'm tired. I'm glad I go on vacation this Saturday.

I'm tired of a lot of things.I'm tired of LJ being the last bastion of what used to be a social life. I'm tired of the construction in the apartment. I'm tired of rebuilding instead of building in general. I'm tired of cringing whenever the phone rings because nine times out of ten it is someone with a problem (at work) or someone wanting to sell me something (at work or at home). I'm tired of dealing with clients and accounting from my defunct business. I'm tired of letting other people's baggage get on my nerves.

Elaine and I are going to have a lovely vacation. I'm going to come back refreshed and inspired.