So I'm Moving

It's nice accommodations: a room of my own with internet access. It's white. It's not too small. There's a place to do laundry downstairs.

I am pissed.

I am not moving outside of my little tiny town. I'm still in Littletown, USA, just in a different part.

Well, says Q., at least this will galvanize you into working "every waking moment" to find something better.

Why do such eminently reasonable things always give me the urge to yell "FUCK YOU!" down the phone, no matter the cost of it later?