9/27/2007

My job really blows. Got to stop looking for something that is not there and waiting for something that will never come. I hate what I lower myself to do to make a living. Maintaining a phony facade to coworkers that are doing the same. Hell is the impossibility of change. Maybe I have to grow a pair and get the hell out. But the choking reality of needing money to live keeps me chained. I have found it always true that men do seldom or never advance themselves from a small beginning to any great height except by fraud or force. I can't see any way out.