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Jan 26, 2009 17:19

I am kind of miserable at my job, not with the specific job but just what it represents, namely our spending most of our lives doing completely irrelevant tasks just to keep food on the table, when we all have other things we could be doing with our lives that would have so much more meaning.

My disenfranchisement seems to be making itself known lately by way of sarcasm and bitchiness.

Conor is coming to Boston right round about Valentine's Day, for two weeks. I am most excited, though obviously after that he'll be gone again, for longer. I am really only focusing on the present right now, the very immediate future, which as we all know if playing with fire. The heart wants what it wants?

Charlotte turned 1 yesterday, which is borderline inconceivable to me. Keri's due with the second baby in June, and they're finding out the sex next week. Coincidentally, yesterday was also the thirteenth anniversary of my mother's death. Such a strange thing to have happened. That, folks, is a diagram of the universe's need for balance.

I am Jack's growing sense of bemused awareness.
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