tales from an ordinary world

2000-01-04

The first day back at work is like you're in some sort of sit-com. You can almost faintly hear the canned applause as each of your office cohorts strolls in at the usual time. You catch up on how you spent new year's even and stuff. Or, in one guy's case, you ask him what the hell he's doing carrying some huge plastic box with his briefcase inside - you know, the typical "strange guy" character that each tv show has...

By afternoon though, things have settled into their usual routine, and you're thinking about how it's the start of the year and you really shouldn't be feeling this tired already.

It's only later on in the evening, when I caught up with an old friend for dinner and he asked me what my plans were this year, that I thought to myself "hmm. I've really no idea. I hadn't even really given it much thought yet." It seems that I've managed to get by so far (even more so in recent months) by simply going with the flow, rather than fighting it. My lack of activity bothers me insofar as I feel guilty for not being more active about it all, but on the other hand...well...