Is there some kind of rule, like, we’re not allowed to have all our sh*t together at one time? Because sometimes it seems like you are monitoring everyone and going, “Oh, you fixed that part of your life? Here, then let me mess this part up for you. You need more to do. More challenges! They build character.”
Frankly, Universe, I’m a little tired of building character right now. Couldn’t we do it, like, a few times a year, instead of continuously? Or could you at least cut me some slack for a couple weeks? Because I’d really like to get up after sleeping for eight hours and feel rested. And I’d like to look forward to my day, instead of wishing it were the evening already so I could just go home and curl up with my dog and a good book. And it might be nice not to worry about whether or not everyone can see the tears I’m desperately trying to hold back. Yeah, that’d be lovely.
So, Universe, if you could work on that, I’d really appreciate it. Let me know what you’d like in return, and I’ll do my best.
Thanks so much,
5 responses to “Unsent letter #5567”
Are you okay?
You’ll be working part-time soon, just think of that!
Thanks, guys. :)
I’m alright, just stressed. But I guess, who isn’t really?
My bad! Must have accidentally pressed hard knock life on your switchboard. You know how it is, I’m so busy and there’s no good help around here in this galaxy. I swear, Asteroid #5567 is terrible at working the front desk, and don’t even get me started on Pluto’s melancholy state. Ever since he’s been demoted, all he does is mope. And it doesn’t help that Titan (the moon) is so dense parading that ego around him.