2005-03-11 - 1:40 p.m.
My frustration at work often fuels my desire to write, but I must resist the temptation to vent in a detailed fashion about my issues so...
GYAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Better.
I'm rolling around in the locked and confined space of my skull, bouncing off the walls. I feel like a hamster on a battery powered wheel that I can't keep up with, so I'm content to tumble, as if in a dryer.
When the batteries run down I absent mindedly start running to keep up the status quo and I start to feel like I'm getting somewhere - like I'm contributing. But then someone replaces the batteries and I'm back on my head and my ass and...
...I really got no where.
Sound familiar?
If you've been reading you're either nodding or saying or thinking, "Yep."
I'm going to plug a diary now. I HIGHLY recommend reading holdensolo - It’s genius. And if you pay close attention, and you’re well read, you’ll uncover a secret. Maybe it’s not a secret, but it feels like one. Just read it and see…
