starting out buoyant, irreverent, & springy with hope.
inevitably, there is more to it than that.
drifting down the morning ending here, 3PM, post-lunch crashing, defeated.
what brought me here? active server pages, for one. reality interfering with my favourite mental diversions, the things i envision to give the brain a break from the ugly-ass code i’m supposed to be fixing, for another. actually i could have had no broken programs to repair & still fallen this far, it’s just the way it is. or the way i am, whatever. i’m sure i’ll feel better later so don’t bother. move along, nothing to see here.
i merely needed a little release because crying at my desk is just so girly. i may even delete this in a few minutes, i don’t know & quite frankly i don’t care, i have to click save now.