I seem to spend most of my time at this computer in the mornings...
I'm afraid to walk away from it and face whatever the day has to bring
for me.
I do my work here. I sleep here. I die away slowly here.
Yes, yes, I know I dramatize.
But each person each person
each person does what's needed to get through the day. So, I've broken
into his habit
cycle
trap
never ending pit
of letting out what's on my mind.
Are the days of my pseudo-interesting 'articles' over?
I'm becoming shallow....
Shallow as I fall through to infinity.

The irony is incredible.

I hate to see myself at this thing.
I hate to have others, see me at this thing.
And yet I come to it... hoping that in some distorted way this'll make
me feel better, for a while.