A Dark Drizzly November in My Soul

I'm not asking for a miracle here, but an end to all of this rotten luck would be nice. For a change. I'm reminded of my "never give up attitude" at times like this (the times when I'm being petty and whiney, the times I want to crawl under the covers and hide in my own immaturity like a security blankey of self-righteous angst). And I am disgusted by it. Under normal circumstances, I would call this the most moral guidance I could give myself. I see progress as being divine, and the highest calling of man-- his greatest duty to himself being the discovery of that which he loves to do, and his greatest duty to others (in as much as he has one) being to do it well and to the full measure of his ability and passion. But these are not normal circumstances, I am tired and I have a head-cold. These factors make me predisposed (more so than normally) to trivial complaints and a general, yet all pervasive lethargy.

Furthermore, I have found that such conditions lead to thought such as this :

"There are times when even the most ardent worker needs a break, a day (or in my case week) to overcome the challenges life has so rudely heaved at them. The kind of challenges that come on like a bullet train to the face; leaving you alive but only enough to laugh when you are informed that "overworked-type-A- Dumbass" is medically a preexisting condition. And when one is faced with just such times, and just such luck, the only rational thing to do is say (if only for one day) "fuck it, I'm calling in sick". Sometimes that is the only thing stopping us from stepping out into the quad and giving that bastard "Boomer" what for."

But that is a very dark place that no one wants to go to, least of all me; I would assume we all love our mascot bobcat dearly (or at least would rather he not have his tail forcibly fed to him-- making him the world's first Möbius mascot). And so I will say this: it is a damn good thing that every once in a while the movers of the universe take a sick day. This is my substitute for pistol and ball; and quite frankly, it suits me just fine.