"Soon the child's clear eye is clouded over by ideas and opinions, preconceptions and abstractions. Simple free being becomes encrusted with the burdensome armor of the ego. Not until years later does an instinct come that a vital sense of mystery has been withdrawn. The sun glints through the pines, and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain, like a memory of paradise."

Work is lame.

They make me wear funny clothes.



And work in tiny, boring, neutral-toned spaces.



Still, regular paychecks FTW.
Wish I had something more interesting to say.
But I've got to be at work in half an hour.
Mebbe tonight?
Probably not ;)

Also, whoever thought a morning jog was a good idea should be dragged out into the street and shot.