If I was a work of art, I would be Edvard Münch's The Scream.
I express the subconscious troubles and anxieties of the world. I hold my head and let loose the primal terror of my innermost fears, surrounded by a lurid landscape which reflects my feeble grasp on reality.
Which work of art would you be? The Art Test
So I think some higher power is trying to tell me that I need to go back to Nepal and just fuck life here in the good old USofA.
Wednesday: I get home.
Thursday: Car is running funky.
Friday: Take car in for Tune-up. Turns out it's the Clutch. $735
Saturday: Cast mate's last show. Go to show. Go to dinner afterwards. Proceed to pass out in restaurant bathroom due to dehydration and exhaustion. Rushed to hospital in ambulance. Spend quality time in ER being rehydrated with COLD fluids.
Sunday: Lay on the couch totally immobile and miserable. Have to call friend Mel to bring me food cause I'm incapable of getting it for myself.
Monday: Home sick. No sick days left, so it's unpaid. Eventually go to retrieve my car from the North End. $30 parking ticket (which is better than the boot, I guess). Door is being wonky again.
Tuesday: Take car to garage to see about having door welded back on (again). They can't get me in until January 14th. It will have fallen off by then.
I just want to go right the hell back to Nepal, man. This place blows goats.
But this makes me feel better:
I am 70% British, just like
Though you know your way around London you are most likely to retire to the West Coast of the USA.
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