here's an unfortunate side effect of my recent malaise. i am, at times, fairly competent at work. there have been very enjoyable days lately, interspersed with those that are less so. but i'm finding my fulfillment coming from work, which is bad juju. it's always been a convenient (and fitting and sometimes enjoyable) way to pay for the rest of my life. i neither like nor know what to do should it become central to my life.
another day older and deeper in debt