About Work

Okay, I admit it - I have aspirations to be a writer, like Mark Twain or F. Scott Fitzgerald. I dislike my job, and would love nothing more than to switch to writing full-time, making my own hours, buying a nice big house in the suburbs for myself (and maybe my future dogs) and doing nothing but write, read and watch TV or Netflix DVDs.

And maybe play video games, once the Playstation 3 gets its backwards-compatible bugs worked out.

But I cannot afford said house in the suburbs, or any future dogs. Or a Playstation 1, let alone a Playstation 3.

And so I work. And I deal.

And life goes on, and part of me dies a little. But at least I have not given in to sloth.