current mood: irritated
I'm having a mid-nineties/early noughties throwback on Spotify. Enjoying the sounds of vintage *NSYNC, Blind Melon, Hole and Soundgarden.
This week has felt like it's going backwards at times. I am drowning in my own thoughts. A man got on my bus today with blood dripping down his face from a gaping wound in his head. He was extremely intoxicated. No one batted an eye that he was drunk or injured at 4:30pm. A sad indictment of my city: almost like it's acceptable. Don't know why I'm complaining, it's not like I did anything to help.
I realised today that I despise talking on the phone. Hate it. Which is ironic because my job is to talk on the phone all day.