The Higher the Highs, The Lower the Lows
It's Monday afternoon in northern virginia.
I'm sitting at work. I haven't slept. I haven't eaten. I feel like crap.
I feel sick. But I'm not.
I'm on the downside of a great weekend.
The more I enjoy my diversions and playing with friends, the more I loathe my day to day life. Somehow, despite having more work to do than ever, I'm completely bored. Some of it is even mentally challenging... but I just don't care. I have no vested interest in the success or failure of this organization. My motivation level is zero.
This weekend was awesome. Which I think makes monday even more the suck by comparison. I think there is a very ugly implosion in my not-to-distant future. It almost came this morning actually.
OK, this posting is really, really crappy.
Let me think of something that's actually worth reading to write... hmmm.
I was reading something earlier today about the hidden intelligence of George W. Bush. He really does hide it well.
Oh, here's something... someone sent me a link for a job posting with a Democrat's anti-republican web site. I should probably take the opportunity to mention that I don't really care for the Dems that much either. Republicans and Democrats both seem to eager to either spend my money or tell me how to live my life... and I really desire input on neither.
I'm going to start my own political party I think. Can you have a party of one? I think I've heard of them at restaurants. If I had my own political party, I wouldn't want anyone else to join. That way I wouldn't have to compromise on my platform.
Yeah, this isn't interesting either. It's not even interesting to me.
I think today has really just been one big step closer to me selling off everything and becoming a pirate of the caribbean. or a beach bum. or just a bum.
Wow... new winner. Worst post ever.
I promise there'll be some better material later in the week.
Actually... probably not.
Boy am I angry.
I'm going to go fax the dictionary to china.