what to do, what to do.
its a vicious circle, i want to write an entertaining story of parrots and taxi drivers and love and everything in between, but my mind is still stuck in the haze that is work.
there's a balance to be found here, and its not something thats gonna fall in my lap. and as they say in the telemovies, you have to fight for it (what telemovie said that i couldn't tell you but i'm pretty sure one of the actors from beverly hills 91210 was in it)
so i'll just sit here for now, looking at the work that i've brought home as it looms on the edge of my couch. And i'll start the internal dialogue where i con myself into thinking i'll wake up early tomorrow and head to the office and be working hard before 8. And i'll curse myself for not being true.
its a tough place to be in, for sure, but i won't delude myself into thinking it makes me different from every other lemming out there. Nor should i think that it doesn't matter i suppose. Everything matters. Even the small things like my choice halfway through this entry to properly use grammar and capital letters.
so i'll soldier on, one day at a time, one week at a time and try not to live for fridays. Because Fridays are fleeting. Well not actually fleeting in the sense that there'll be a Friday every week, that much I can be sure of,
But yes, we can do this. Need to stop pretending and find the joy.
Steve the Parrot says hi.
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