I feel guilty when I take a shower I feel guilty when I wash the dishes I feel guilty when I dry the laundry I feel guilty when I drive I feel guilty when I eat meat I feel guilty when I eat most of the good fishes I feel guilty when I want to kill squirrels I feel guilty when I sleep too late I feel guilty when I go to bed early I feel guilty when I don't run enough I feel guilty when my knees hurt too much to run more
This documentation of this - ha - so called life began with 80 hours awake.
I am not near that record now, but am near that degree of weariness. A ong weekend of work (like 4 days of 18 + hour work days - preceded by several days of piss poor sleep in San Fransisco.
And now we approach 3 am (the final push) working for a yet-to-be-deturmined $. Chasing that paper
suddenly with more workers than work (again, but this time I can measure the increase)
my grandpa was excited about walnuts, and oranges as a young lad. And he ALWAYS was the most amazed and happy with what I considered normal. He saved string. I got CDs. But how happy he was when I caught a football.