Does anybody read this shit?

[jluckett]

I worked today for the entire length of the days light. I arrived at work with the orange glow of the sun rising in the eastern sky; I watched the pink fire of the setting sun illuminate dark clouds as it sunk over the western horizon on my ride home. It was a chilly day, with a whipping, sometimes piercing wind...I suppose though, even if I had been home instead of at work, I wouldn't have even really known what the day was like. I'd have likely stayed at home, inside wasting...Sometimes it takes a serious concerted effort to get at all enthusiastic about anything that is going on in my life. The best I can say is that I no longer wake up wishing I hadn't.

Does anybody read this shit? Why do I even bother writing on the fucking internet? Why bother making this public? Does anybody care? Has anything I have ever written on here provided a moment of levity to any of you? Or maybe a bit of insight? A cathartic wave of saddening empathy? A startling evocation of pity? Sympathy? Disdain? Have any of you gathered a bit of wisdom from reading my rants? Because, you know, I could just keep all of this inside.