Miser

So today coupled with this weekend have put me into a depressed state. The good boss is gone. The weekend partying was fun but not fabulous. I just feel old. I look old. I look tired. Maybe it’s the stress that’s getting to me. I know champions rise above (so cliché) but now that I’m in the thick of it, all I can think about is getting home to my family. Not busting ass for a company I’m not sure I believe in.

I thought about taking a day off but for some strange reason the idea of making money keeps me more plugged in than it should. It just has been recently and greatly occurring to me that there has been a change. I always wondered when the change happened. Lets face it for most normal young life we are adrift in a sea of optimism. Even those with a jaded front hold onto the gleam yet will deny this till their out of breath. For many of us only childs there comes the optimism that anything is possible. While that is still true. There are days when you feel like this is it.

I’m never gonna break this glass ceiling Im never gonna lose these love handles. I will love, produce and die. Forever a cog in some terrible machine.

Man oh man. Its only day one of this workload and I’m already waxing poetic about the futility of life. Someone get this baby a diaper cause I think he’s full of shit.

In heavy rotation on my Ipod

The Killers – Sams Town
My Chemical Romance – The black parade