Definately been a few weeks where I'm just slogging through things, trying to get by, and trying not to think about things too much.

I think I'm still in a vaporlocked condition of having so many things to do that I can't really conceive of where to begin to get them done. That is for the things I actually *can* get done, since there's a whole raft of things that I can't even start for external reasons.

My days are consumed attending people who barely show recognition of me unless I'm doing things for them. They're more likely to greet me with, "I want you to do x", than even "Hello". Kinda takes the fun out of things.

On the other hand, I steal away time for secret pleasures, unknown to all but a few; Taking out the trash at night really slowly, so I can stare at the moon and stars, sneaking out for lunch and people watching, taking inefficient, long drives in the sun to run errands, anything for a little bit of self-gratification. No matter how brief, or mudane it really sounds.

I've gotta carve some time out for myself now, before that goes away entirely, and find some enjoyment in life however I can.

Sometimes it's about the best you can do to get by.