Lesson Not Learned, Still Owing

I am fully exhausted.

Mentally, emotionally, physically exhausted.

Squeezed through a wringer, dragged across town square, drawn and quartered.

Chastised, assaulted, belittled by the masses. Likely, some of the very same people who read last week of my oh so talented hands and the fabulous frocks they created.

Fucking people.

A despicable human trait, where we so enjoy creating these pristine pedestals upon which to perch, and point our accusatory finger at those we deem inferior.

I worked so hard this weekend.

Guts spilled, no glory, tiny amount of lucre with which to feather my nest.

O Humans

You are the speck of dirt in my oyster.

Irritating, to say the least.

And if I don't make a pearl, it is only due to my unskilled meat, and nothing more.

Last night, all I wanted was to be held tightly.

Tonight, after a second day of torture, all I want is an unconscious night without dreams of blame addled twits.

Tomorrow, maybe I'll want a pap smear and a tetanus shot. Hopefully, because that's what I'm getting.