Frustration Junction

Grrr, everything is falling apart around me! Am I lazy, that I can't seem to summon the energy to address these problems? How can I be lazy, I work my ass off 10, 12 or sometimes 14 hours a day, 5 days a week!? Perhaps this self indulgence on the weekend is RECOVERY. Ah, well, why complain? I mean, this lethargy is indulgence, after all. Ah, sweet lethargy. How interesting to watch things fall apart.

Hey, it's not like I've been sitting around watching TV or something, I've been doing stuff on the computer, trying to manage all of these online extensions of myself; another source of frustration. To those of you who have followed me over the years I apologize for moving again, but I'm just not happy with that comcast site, and moving my blog over here will free up that space to archive The Reluctant Trucker, eventually. I'd originally thought of putting that here, but it can't be integrated directly and to laboriously copy and paste would take forever.

So anyway, that's what's happening. There is another site here on Blogger that I'm administrating. A friend of mine, a post-op transsexual, who claims to be God, has started a little project she hopes will change the world for the better, or at least change the participants in the project. It can be viewed at thesearchforemily.blogspot.com. I don't understand it, but I've had fun with it. Anyone can join, just let me know.