It's just been one of those sad days. The "once-or-twice-a-week" days when I just can't seem, for the life of me, to find my optimistic glasses - so I have to settle with the unsightly, but very familiar, depressed shades. For reasons that can only be described with a pencil in a leatherbound book, I just feel like crap. Too often I attempt to numb myself from the reality of . . this. It's so easy to do, but every time it kills a little piece of me. I would assume that, eventually, there will be almost nothing left to kill.
I've been working my butt off at school, ISUtv, and work lately. I also redesigned the Fort Custer Maze website last week and already received emails to get 30+ people through the maze in a week or two.
I really didn't intend to post today. I need to just sit down and write for a while and think - although that usually only worsens the situation.