I sit here, all alone at my desk at 4:20AM (hehehe) after getting out of my job, and you know what? I feel content. Not often do I feel this way. I think it may be from the knowledge of doing some kind of physical activity. It might be simply that I'm all pooped out and my brain is telling me this is "ok" and I interpret it as "groovy." Either way, I did my job, and I'm feeling good and tired like a person should feel after a day at work. I'm planning on getting at least 2 or 3 hours of sleep before I go to my other job at 8AM so I don't have another 18 hour meltdown. :P Nothing much funny to say today I guess, that whole tired thingy really dampens my kooky creativity. Far too often recently I've had those angels and demons playing racketball on my shoulders and I'm not quite sure about it. It's so damn hard being a "good" person because there are so many "bad" things out there that one could do. Some of the "bad" things feel good and they hurt nobody, and some of the "good" things end up tearing us up inside causing some hardcore emotional trauma. If only doing the "good" thing caused pleaser and the "bad", um, let's say, unpleasure, because pain isn't exactly what every "bad" thing merits. You get the idea. True justice is what I would call it. But nobody would get hurt, and it isn't really wrong. I'm just torn because the last time I thought with my heart and let myself go, things got weird and awkward. I think too much with my head. My heart, being as big and influential as it is in my life, takes a backseat to common sense, logic and almost always suffers with dissuse. My poor heart. It's like a playful puppy dog that nobody pets. Again with referencing myself as some big, dumb, dog. Woof. "Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life." --Immanuel Kant (1724 - 1804) -=Addendum=- I just finished reading Good Omens, it's very good and I highly suggest it. It truly is remeniscent of The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy. Now starting American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Yes I know, it was supposed to be something else, but you know what, this one was in line first and that's that. I'm just surprised that I finished the book, I'm such a procrastinator it's gross. Oh well, onward and upward.