some days i think i could happily deal with weevils in my gruel and lice in my bed to live a life ruled by nature's whims and not the arbritrary ticking, or clicking, of clocks. some days, no matter how early i went to bed the night before, it seems a sadistic affair to have to wake up before my body says it's ready just to punch in at work. work. ptooey. claire on six feet under was right. all we do is work to become good consumers. i'm tired of being a good consumer. god, i wish i could find what i love to do and have the luxury of doing it every day. my back is itchy. crap, i'm late.
tai'shar hessie! ;)