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?