(Hometown X v. 2)
Fuck, I'm tired. It hasn't been a particularly bad day (and it's not going to be done anytime soon), I'm just burned out. I can't seem to connect to why I am working this hard or what I am trying to achieve. What am I trying to do again? Is this meaningful and/or worth the sacrifice and the pushing and the difficulty?
I forget.
I need an actual, real vacation. I haven't had one since May 2000. No shit.
In other news I finished reading "White Teeth" by Zadie Smith last night. It was a great book. That's all I can muster for now as I am too busy wallowing in self-pity.
While Writing This I Listened To: "Between the Bars" & "I Better Be Quiet Now" - Elliott Smith