Insert sad and lonely title here.

[naytah]

Ah, life. The great and endless struggle to achieve something, but moreso just to figure out something worth achieving. Days pass to months, which in turn pass to years will all of us still chasing that damn carrot on a string which dangles right in front of our faces. Perhaps we catch and suck on it from time to time, but do we ever get a nice, big bite? We've been trained to devour it whole. I've always been warned about those who fall through the cracks, but it seems that I come from a generation of them: naught but servants to people who've abandoned their dreams for a job. The Great American White Collar evil that one day the majority of us will be assimilated into.

Blech.

Maybe I shouldn't have watched Fight Club yesterday.