My Prime Suffering Years

So I got home all huff-and-puff about the weekend and wrote here. I didn't really wanna write about such negativity but I needed to let it out. I guess it was better than me losing my job... or is it?

I've been swimming in so much bad energy and I feel so tired right now. I've been trying to be all nice and happy so that good energy flows back to me, but it seemed like I just got s--- on this week. No matter what I did, I can't get a break. I do my job, I still get yelled at. I don't do my job and I get nagged about it.

I am hoping November's gonna be better for me. I am hoping I get that other job too so I can at least get some extra money.

As for painting or drawing, this should be the best time to make any artwork. BUT I AM PHYSICALLY TIRED. I am in a gotta-drag-my-butt-to-do-anything mode, but even though I am not making any art at least my head is pulsing with ideas. Gotta see the good side on this bad thing, Imma quote a line said by Steve Carell as Uncle Frank in "Little Miss Sunshine" while he was talking to his nephew:

"Anyway, [Proust] uh... he gets down to the end of his life, and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered, Those were the best years of his life, 'cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn't learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you're 18... Ah, think of the suffering you're gonna miss. I mean high school? High school-those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that."

I'm a teenager in high school again and this is my prime suffering years. If days like these don't give me enough of a push to pull myself out of this rut, I don't think anything would.