Money for Nothing

Bloated. Tired. Miserable. Yeah, the monthly beast brings about these discomforts, but this work schedule is doing it for me. I tend to think this lifestyle is accelerating my age and as I work at a furious pace, I vainly attempt to drag myself out of a sink hole that is slowly swallowing me up. I'm failing. My life is passing before me and I waste another beautiful day clocking in at a horrible job where the people I am intending to "serve" hate me as much as I hate them---their pitiful lives contribute nothing to the rest of us, they only choose to suck away our resources, while we, federally mandated, pay our hard earned income on programs that support their wasted existence.