frustrated with work. might leave at the end of the year. just don't have the motivation to continue. started watching the 1949 version of little women on tcm and there was a scene where jo goes into the wealthy invalid guy's house and marvels at its luxuriousness, but to him it's just a room because he's used to it and doesn't care. that's my problem, i'm inured to the pleasures and any discomfort becomes nauseatingly accentuated.