I've been so stingy with the wordsmithing lately, and perhaps that's because I live in a perpetual state of terror seasoned with peppercorns of disenchantment.
Ooh, now isn't that exciting.
The terror is work-related. I manage; though I'm scarcely able to manage myself. It's unpleasant and requires a dependence on the abilities of other people. That dependence thing is why I never liked group projects in school. Someone always lets the group down and you end up standing in front of a class holding a pointer saying things like, "If we had the poster, you could see what Degas was trying to accomplish with lighting somewhere in this area..." as you twirl the pointer's end vaguely at a blank chalkboard.
It's so much easier to work alone.
If one can stand work at all. I'm certainly getting to a point where I'd rather not try. I'd give up my DVR, my cell phone, and my hot running water for the chance to never work again.
Of course, the broadband would have to stay, so Tony doesn't have that luxury.
Somebody save me.
