Morning blurb

The morning brings along with it sounds of mundane urbanity. Cars drive by, trucks back up producing that annoying beeping sound. On the other hand, my cup runneth over with the sweet taste of coffee and the promise of an Amazon order wired through the ethernet brings about a smile.

Good morning, Las Vegas! Give me your best shot.

Defeat

Defeat is a curious thing. At first I was furious--livid and shaking. Then I realized this is the system. The fucking University system. The big boys' club, as it were. Now I'm in between crying jags (hate myself for them, by the way. It makes me weak) and numbness.

Disillusionment is a bitch

Another lesson learned--tastes bitter