I'm
now on my second day of my only attempt yet to work a straight stretch
of "business" days ever. This ought to be due to my impending
leave that I'm already wishing that it were now.
But instead of looking forward or getting motivated to do my job, I'm
going nuts. I have started to feel like I'm getting dumber due to
loss of useful activity at work, especially during lag time, when no
questions come in (apparently because the all-knowing dudes in the land
between the Pacific and Atlantic north of the equator sleep during my
work hours) and all I would do is either compose a blog entry, surf
good sites, or even be in contact with my textmates.
Instead, I have suddenly felt that I can't make a decent or good blog
entry (save for this one), I have run out of sites in the Net that I
know of, and I have thought that even my contacts in the outside world
have turned their backs on me -- that's why I've been playing these
music files on my player or listen to the radio, but I'm feeling like
whacked today.
I'm not a useful being now. I'd rather sleep it all if given the chance, that I'd be more useful.
Sometimes one can't really help but wonder the purpose of this
perdition. Why isn't the good life given to us in a silver
platter, where there'd be no more worries at all and everything is at
hand, both physically and emotionally?
Posted at 2/18/2006 9:17:12 pm by
tubthumping
