Three a.m. is a lousy time to be awake with a headache. I tend to get weepy and feel sorry for myself and everyone else in the world.

I'm coming to terms with the fact that I can't fix people and situations that I so desperately want to fix. I can't wave a wand and find jobs for those who need them. I can't speed up the growing up process for the teenagers around me.

I can't take their illnesses onto myself, I can't focus their thinking processes, hell, most of the time I can't get them to take cough syrup and get to bed before two a.m. I can't make them fall in, or out, of love and I certainly can't make them see that the world is full of possibilities.

I worry, and I am so tired of worrying. I am scared of the inertia I see around me, not only in my immediate surroundings but in the greater world, as well.

Okay. Enough blubbering. I shall take my pounding head, pop another advil, and lay down.

So much for getting to work early today.