I got to step back, I got to back off. But I really don't know how. Or if I can. There's a greek myth where a person gets his punishment in Tartaros and that punishment is that he can never eat the fruits of the tree near him, or drink the water from the stream near him. I feel a bit like that at times.

And right now I feel... I don't know. Like everything is so incredibly pointless and meaningless. I almost wish that someone would come and rob the place, just so that something would happen. Just so I could feel something else. Just so I could get some time off afterwards. Get some sick days.