It always feels as though there’s never enough time. There are always things to do, things to fix, places to be, people to see. Life is about being continuously engaged. I get it, and I participate, but I also get a ton of down time in between. It’s never really consistent in either direction, just a smattering of chaos that comes and goes. I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t have a lot to write. I feel obliged to check in with this thing on occasion, though. But it sucks to push out junk that I really don’t feel any way about.

I’m not looking forward to returning to work tomorrow. I honestly want to just take another week off and just avoid it even more. I don’t know why it’s so distressing. It’s always distressing. It’s distressing to constantly feel compelled to afford shelter, food, clothing. Your entire ability to sustain yourself is wholly dependent on the arbitrary whims of your employer. My state being an at-will state is really a toxic place that makes you feel vulnerable. Not even a union carries enough weight to ensure you’ll be able to survive independently.

Blah. I dunno. I guess that’s it for today.