What's also worth hating is the fact that I've not been able to set up my study area the way I'd want it. The table's too small to fit my eccentricities. I'll have to Japan my way out of getting used to this tiny space. I don't like how this room pesters me to make everything compact, but what can a gal do? Maybe I'll get used to it, maybe I'll pretend to love it, maybe I'll always hate it, but still get around to working on it. I think it's just a matter of time. I'm not the one to hate changes, but I can be extremely fussy, and I don't want to change that about myself.
Slowly rebuilding my life here, after three months of absence, I'd almost forgotten how to survive this country. But these are tiny woes, little cribs and minuscule pain points, hardly the stuff of good blogs (I'd like to think it's a good blog)
Why does ranting and reading rants feel so good? Not to mention pretty poetry and absorbing stories, like fragrant petals on frozen dull days.
Perhaps there's some solace in the fact that everyone's miserable, and it's pretty awful to seek happiness in misery, but then we're human beings, and tend to be complicated. So awful or not, it's good to see others join chorus in your misery.
I mean, why? I can't even keep my gojira on the table. :(
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