freezing and exhausted

Cable and internet has been down in my hood all day which puts a serious cramp in my work situation. I'm writing from a Coffee Bean where I was forced to crouch in the corner for about 15 minutes. My bony ass was digging into the floor and I had this moment where I was thinking to myself "This is what turning into an adult has brought me to."
Desperately searching for invisible internet signals in the middle of a Los Angeles coffee shop, my fat-free ass acquainting itself with the cold hardness of a tiled floor. There are moments of adulthood that have made me re-experience childlike feelings of desperation and patheticness that I haven't felt since I actually was a helpless little girl. This is one of those moments.

Now I'm here in a wicker chair with my laptop keeping my legs warm. It's almost time to sign off and get ready to go to Harold night at UCB. I've waited all day for this last stretch of the work day, and now that it's here I am so relieved I could cry. Work was hard today. It was hard to keep going and make it seem like I didn't care. I wanted to throw a tantrum, stay in bed, do anything but keep trudging through my responsibilities like I do pretty loyally every. single. day. Sometimes you just want to throw in the towel and quit, but there's this little voice in the back of your head that's persistently saying "JUST KEEP GOING!" I realize that this is pretty childish complaining. Everyone has to work all day and there are certainly people who have it much worse than I do, but MAN am I tired today.