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I’ve been tired and ill with a funky back and a bad attitude. I’m a little irritable and a lot in pain and just want to sleep and eat and sleep and read. I don’t want to use my eyes though; nor my legs or arms or mouth or tongue or brain or esophagus or stomach. Doesn’t leave much does it. I wouldn’t mind pissin’ or shittin’ but I don’t want to get up and go to do the deed. And here I am, at work. Feeling like this because I know that I’m needed but I don’t need to be here.

I’ve been thinking about going back to school too. Laughable. I wish to go, we can make funds so that I can go. I certainly can find the time, I don’t want to have to take those fuckin’ basic courses that were so similar to high school. I guess that is my fault for going to a college preparatory school. Getting a few college credits that since have been rescinded because the school declined after I attended. It would figure that going to Accelerated classes for English, Creative Writing, Shakespeare and Psychology would mean nothing anymore. Oh well. Price one pays for being fed up with the school environment and went into the U.S. Air Force instead of immediately going to college. I’ll have to suck it up and take the courses so’s I can get where I wanna go. I’m not enjoying the ass-end of financial planning. I’m doing all this work and my partner is the “spokesperson.” Translation: anything that I make a mistake on is my fault and anything that he makes a mistake on is my fault because I’m not there when he talks to clients. Who cares? I sure don’t. I just want to be stimulated in the career path I choose. I’m not right now. Really haven’t ever and I’m feeling the frustration of it. I need to do something that there will always be research. Something that I will be challenged and made to use my mind every time I delve into it or simply go to work in a fulfilling vocation. It’ll happen. I was just hoping to be one of those people who were “found.”
*laughing at myself* Yeah, right, what a dream.
holla@me posted by MobiusRazor at 11:09