No, thank you

The worse than usual depression. Energy draining.

The elusive cooling solution despite my many attempts. The mounting sense of failure.

The frustration and limitation of the computing resource. Waste of my time and effort. Swear inducing.

The additional work required for a title I do not care about. The dread of even more work and exposure that I could do without if I got the title. Lose-lose.

Ultimatum on elder son's phone addiction. Fall out. As if there is not enough negativity already.

The timesink of preparing for management visit, and bigger timesink for the many meetings to attend. Rather be working.

Dad's biopsy, and then the results. Distressing even at normal time. Now when I can barely stay afloat, it's just...

Argh! The stress!!! Not sure if I can take any more.

So no, thank you. No more, please.

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