2005-03-25 - 10:03 p.m.
Wednesday. Why keep up with the days of the week in front? Why not? Most of the rest of the shit I've typed doesn't make much sense, it doesn't make any LESS sense because it's got a fraudulent day in front of it.
By wednesday, though, I was beginning to feel okay with being back to work again. Accepting the fact that yes, I do in fact work for AND live with my mother. I probably have mentioned this to no one, but this is a low I fully intended to avoid my entire life, and here I am. It's becoming increasingly clear that I'm not going to get by in life with a strong but vaguely defined desire and an even more poorly defined idea of how to achieve it. Which sucks, because that's what I excel at. Well, that and false ego. And the sweet, good lovin.
