I've had enough bad news

The words of this Del Amitri song ring out. "And I've had enough bad news to last a life time".

This freaking week is just dragging on too long. I've had narrow misses at work with land mines strewn all over this fucking place. Have not had a rest and she is leaving tomorrow. Parting is sweet sorrow but the prospect of being alone for the next 4 weeks just brings the realization how meaningless this life is. Will we go on living like this, dealing with bullshit whole day reducing ourselves hating outselves for pleading to lesser mortals for favors.