Just a blurb. It's Tuesday and I'm just tired. Tired on so many levels. Sometimes I wonder what is all about and why I do what I do. Why I dedicate time and energy to seemingly unappreciated or lacking tasks.

From waking up before the sun to driving an hour in hellish traffic to enduring a day filled with monotony and disappointment to facing again the thralls of commuters only to see annoyance, disillusionment, a lack of satisfaction, and a general feeling of apathy.

Why do I bother? I am really starting to wonder what it is that makes me take on this masochistic challenges-knowing I'm going to end upside down on the effort.

I just want to go take a fucking nap and never wake up. Even that small pleasure is denied me though.

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 1/23/2001 11:39:19 AM ~ ~