taca taca taca taca en mi caballo

Only two days of work this week, and I'm already so fucking tired. A shitty job that I hope I can eventually leave, and a normal, maybe even respectable job that requires me to spend four hours a day to even get there. I'm really, REALLY tired, to the point that writing this in English feels more easy and freeing than in Russian. Two more days and then I'm free to chill for three days. And then repeat all that for the next year. Maybe, after a few months, I can do something about the shitty job, but for now I'm gonna deal with all the shit the retail brings.