Things fall together, things fall apart

Fire up the batmobile

'Cause I gotta get out of here

I don't speak the language

And you gave me no real choice

You gave me no real choice

So I hope you all will see

There just isn't a place here for me

I look around and feel like

Somebody must be fucking with me

I just can't take any of you seriously

And I can't keep keeping myself company

Third week down. If it's not opening boxes to uncover a circa 1920s mouse nest, it's shooting things with a laser x-ray to determine their arsenic content. Well, watching someone else shoot the laser while shielding my eyes. Ain't no way they'd trust me with that. 

Messed up in several different capacities this week, but it's looking like I can get by with feigning enthusiasm about things like relative humidity and the acidity of tissue paper and taking up all the conversation time with those issues. Just keep talking.
At one point, my boss said, "Do they offer counseling at your school?"

ALB: *nervous, bitter laughter*

Boss: "I mean career counseling."

ALB: *embarrassed silence*

So there's that.Salvaging my sanity with a weekend at QB's full of chicken and chocolate.I had a frightening moment of self-awareness when I found myself wearing a dress and heels to Wal-mart, though in my defense, I thought we were going to Cracker Barrel later (still does not excuse it).  Also RuPaul's Drag Race, which, if you haven't seen it, is one of the funniest damn things on the planet.
Alyssa: "I call it 'Alyssa's Secret'."
RuPaul: "And what is Alyssa's secret?"Alyssa: "Uh... I'm a man."

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I cannot imagine the horrors to come at work next week, because I'm too busy imagining the horrors to come if I don't leave soon. If the 4 or 5 hour drive isn't traumatic enough, I also am unable to identify the house in the dark, so I end up trolling along this street for half an hour while exhausted and depressed and looking like a criminal. 

Hope all is well with you.