Well, right, as above, so now what? I have always had diaries, at least until I learned to type. Then I hated how slow the writing process took. And now, years later, there is blogger. I can finally type my thoughts almost as fast as my sad little brain can fart them out.
It’s rainy here today, and colder than it should be. Work is evil, not work as a concept, work as in the current place I prostitute my administrative skills for money is evil. Searching for a new place to sell my skills is also very difficult. How do you know if it will be more or less evil than the previous area or just a different form of torture?
I never wanted to be a person who had regrets. I promised myself a million times when I was younger that I would do what I wanted to do. However, I do have one small regret. I wish that I had gotten edumacated properly when I was young. It feels very difficult to change at this late stage. Strange really, change is how to avoid stagnation and death right? Okay, perhaps that’s just a scoche melodramatic, right? So, I’m a little liquored on cider and feeling a little maudlin and I think that I should take my sorry ass off to bed or at least to the couch. Later.
