When Michael was in Egypt-land... 2003-08-28

I'm in a bad mood. I'm tired, depressed. Why? you ask...

Beats the hell outta me. I got several very large projects on my plate, and it feels like I can't do a single one right.
Worse, it feels like everyone is relying on me to get shit done, that if I don't get it done, it won't. In some cases, the feeling is totally correct. It's pretty fucking exhausting.

Didn't I just get home from vacation? Aren't I supposed to be rested and refreshed? Why the fuck do I want to crawl away into a corner and let the world do without me for the next ten years?

Seriously, I'm jealous as hell of Rip Van Winkle. This guy falls asleep, drunk off of some mysterious wine, and wakes up twenty years later. No one knows who he is, no one remembers who he was. It's like starting over without the pain of being reborn.

Sounds nice right now.

I guess I'd just like to feel useful, without the burdens of feeling needed.