I'd like to be bitter and drunk today. I'd like be a ball of hatred and resentment today.

But I can't summon up the will.

I don't have the energy to be angry about the fact I'm alone. I don't have the energy to be really jealous of all the people who got to hit SF this weekend without me. I'm not particularly miffed about my current lack of free time (as I lack of interest in doing anything with the time I have).

I'm bothered by these things, but only in the peripheral. They're annoyances. Life's full of them.

Nothing seems particularly important right now. And, really, as long as I get to work on time...nothing really is.