SO I haven't written for awhile. Sue me.
My job's to blame. It sucks away so much time and energy it's like having a huge tick stuck to my head, sucking on my brains 24 hours a day. It leeches away my energy, my creativity, and my very will to live.
And it's the best job I've had yet.
My philsophy of work is thus: when you punch in at any given day, you are essentially selling a little, bite-sized piece of your life to your employer. Of course, some people's lives are worth more than others. A graduate student in computer science is worth more than some high school dropout.
I hope I get rich soon. This work stuff sucks.
On the other hand, those days when I had no job and was living a life of leisure, life was not particularly good. I can't say I was any happier, just lazier. Without having any set times around which to base my life, I even had a difficult time setting my mealtimes.
SO, although we all long for a life of leisure, I suspect that if presented with one I would need to get a job anyway or else I'd whither away and die.
I have a dream, though. My goal in life is to become wealthy enough to become a professional heroin addict. See, the problem with drugs is that most people lose their jobs and spend all their money and can't afford the drugs they need. I plan on being rich enough to just have a supply of smack around all the time. In a few years, I reckon I'll have an IV with a constant heroin drip. That would be cool. That's the life for me!
In an unrelated note, I went to ANOTHER wedding yesterday, the 5th I've been to in the last three years. I must say that this was the coolest, though. They had an OPEN BAR!! YEEEHA!! Yeah, I got trashed. I had TWO beers! Boy, everybody's getting married or at least getting laid on a semiregular basis...except me.