I need to get out of the God damned house for an hour or two. Working from home certainly has its advantages, with the only real disadvantage being it fucking sucks. Stuck in the house, away from the civil world, unencumbered by the vapid and disgusting conversations that could be happening with intelligent life — instead entreated to a diverse world of looking after dogs and scheming ahead for dinner. Now that I’ve taken to cooking, I find my life to be very similar to, dare I say, a house wife.
Emasculating? Perhaps. Then again, I’ve always been comfortable inside of my skin.
Boring is more like it. The repetitious cadence of hearing the plumbing whizz throughout the house — and seeing how the afternoon light casts off the scales and recoils — makes me want to bash my brains against the wall and out.
I’m sufficiently entertained with my online ‘persona’. I could only imagine how dreadful life would be without it. What do work at home Dads do when they cannot find conversation amongst a common minded folk online? Do they simply whither away into dust and go bizarrely insane?
Don’t talk to me about the fucking markets. I’m the fuck — out of here.
See you in a few.
PS: I’m not actually going out to do anything fun. As a matter of fact, I’m going to the grocery store. F-M-L.If you enjoy the content at iBankCoin, please follow us on Twitter