tales from an ordinary world

2002-03-18

It's days like this when I can almost appreciate the term "work ethic", when a good day's work feels good instead of like it's something I grudgingly put up with before I can go home again.

Getting a lift home seems to steal the last chance of human interaction for the day, leaving me with a feeling of things unresolved.

On the other hand, I've got a CD changer to finish filling, a desk to clean, a website to twiddle, and other things to look forward to. There's always work to do.