quit your job

i live small life on the periphery, i am marginalize and there's great deal in which i choose not to participate. i wanted silence and i have that silence which i arrived here speckled in sore and headaches, my colon so tied in knots that i never thought i'd have bowel movements again. my system had stopped working, jammed with the odor of QA monitoring sheets, mineral water, the smell of three o'clock in the morning and the endless stress of "is this a telemarketing call?" done grudgingly to little applause. i had compulsions that made me confuse shopping with creativity, to take Advil every eight hours and assume that recently watching DVD on a Monday morning was enough. but now that i have to live,things are much, much better.