Oh, the irony. My 9-5's were filled with a burning desire to be doing something, anything, oh-please-pretty-please, some activity that is soul-fulfilling. And now I have all the time in the world and I'm sitting in our apartment watching Season One of Heroes.
This is not an enriching, soul-massaging time. It will be in 10 days when I'm off gallivanting across Bavaria.
There's never enough. Never enough time, never enough money. Never enough of both simultaneously.
Sigh. I think I'm going to go grab a slurpee and sit in the garden patio on top of the parking garage. If I can't be doing important, legacy-leaving work, then I guess I can be sitting in the sun getting some colour, reading some trash.
2 days ago