Have reached a level of F#cked-Offness that I can’t even coast into the Christmas break.
A combination of Covid fatigue, despair at the utter shambles of global politics (NZ exempted, for now) and month of crappy weather has got me turtling up.
Am treating it by logging off work for the adternoon and having some posh eggs benny and coffee at Dough, followed by a bit of shopping therapy.
I have been in a fortunate position of having an income and ability to work from home, so I can only imagine how awful this year has been for many others.
Looking forward to raising a toast to 2022 and hoping it’s better than this dumpster fire of a decade so far. So expect earthquakes and alien invasion come January.
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