It’s just one of those things. If someone were observing, they could tell who knows me well by the advice they give.
Today was a long, BAD day. Nothing major, just a lot of idiocy and crap ending up in front of my desk when I really don’t need it. (like, when do I ever need it?) Anyway. Anyone with eyes could see it was getting bad before I finally got out of work. There were the usual generic attempts–don’t get me wrong, still appreciated–like “it’s Friday” and “it’s payday” like all my money isn’t already gone long before I get a paycheck. There were even, “go home and relax,” “go home and take a bubblebath” and “come to the bar across the street for a while.”
But the ones who really know me said, “go home and write Eve.”
Heh, once again imagined bloodshed prevents the real thing…and they say escapism is bad for you.