Y11 D17

Fuck 'social media'. There's a reason I stay off that shit. Lately people have been griping about tech monopolies but they always seem to forget one in the conversation. They talk about Faceshit, Amazon, Google, but they always leave out LinkedIn. The biggest, stinkiest shit hole of them all. I was on there last night, god only knows why, and guess who was in my fucking 'suggestions'? Yep. Ten years I have been doing fine. Ten fucking years. How? Why? That person isn't in any of my contacts. That person shouldn't be connected to anyone I know. But there they are. Fuck your algorithms. I mean spyware. That happened right before bed and left me in such a sour mood it isn't funny. Fucking cunt.

Woke up at 2am in screaming pain because I was somehow twisted under my arm and putting all of my weight on my wrist. Hurts like a motherfucker this morning.

Four of my six students were late. By like 15 fucking minutes. All six of them are duds. Barely made it through the day without screaming.

The big boss is waffling on an onsite meeting in July. He wants one person there that to me is so fucking irrelevant it's not even funny.

I NEED A FUCKING BREAK. This is week 7 of 9. I am losing it.

Watched episode 3 of Black Mirror. God how awful. I felt like I was watching an R rated episode of Goosebumps it was so cheesy and cliche. Poor Brooker. The world is so fucked up that instead of politicians fucking pigs, they are just fucking pigs. How's that go? Nothing left to say anymore. When it's all the same you can ask for it by name.

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?

I need an adventure. I need a saga. What's the saga?

I'm dying inside slowly. I need to do SOMETHING before I go insane. Oh wait. Too late.