What's up with this big break?? Trillion of happenings

Here we go again, Aha!! Am just so tired to explain one hiatus after another. I just better keep my mouth shut.... Well, why don't I just admit that I am busy and lazy. I need to deal with my PhD corrections. I need to move to a new office and then... to a new job!!! Big deal!! Changing to a new job and getting used to the new environment is one thing. I got a new job. In fact, it is quite a fun job but absolutely challenging.The locale is a challenge (middle of nowhere), the admin system is a challenge, the students are a challenge (in fact they are the least challenging) But most important of all the challenges is the food!!! God forbids!! I have never been in a place where food is scarce and tastes so awful and the variety is just... in fact, there is no variety at all. I see the same thing every day...Aw.... In short, after I have been diagnosed with ocular hypertension (possibility of leading to Glaucoma and then.... blind)... I have been practising how to think like a blind person. I try to close my eyes and practise walking without a stick (stretching out two hands and touching things) Maybe I should get myself a stick, too.I don't know since when I have become a hypochondria. Well, it might have been because both my parents died in such a short while. Or may be it is just that i am a freak. Anyway, back to the settling in period. It is no fun when you feel sick and you discover your new job and everything in your job is a challenge. I must admit I am getting old now. I used to love adventures. Now, I hate flying, I hate going to a place without food, and when I travel, I love to stay in a good hotel. I think I am degrading into those imbeciles where they just want to lie down and be a zombie. In some way, the new job is bringing me out of my comfort zone even though I keep telling people that I got very angry all the time and I want to quit. (At one point, I was thinking of recording my daily swearing and conversation people and do a discourse analysis on the degree of verbal abuse and violence of my speech). I guess it is such a phase, and when you are getting old you want to be left alone in peace. OR maybe I have become one of those young and angry souls, the post 80s and 90s. The z- generation. But I belong to the X generation...At least that's what I think. Can I just ask for the look of the z-generation but the grace and maturity of my own generation, pleeeease? Urgh... depressing