melancholyMy life can be summed up in a 20-line computer programme, most of it being work and sleep. I bide my time and psych myself up for the exciting events coming up around the corner, but as the years pass by, it becomes evident that (regardless of where they are, or who's doing them), they are just summer re-runs of years gone by.
I don't know if my meds are simply failing me this week, or if it's the weather. I'm just tired of it all at times. If not for my friends & family, motorcycle, music and kites I feel like I serve no useful purpose to society at large.
Maybe I just need enlightenment? Or, maybe the truth is that this is all there is and you had better get used to it.
Maybe it's time to go for a nice long bike ride -- my form of Prozac. ;-)
