So damn busy, but at least I'm feeling better. I oscillate between being grateful just to be alive and feeling like what life I have left is being consumed by pointless minutia. We need to sell this inn. Tired of making beds and cleaning toilets. It's not why I went to grad school, that's for sure. Once it's sold I'm gonna quit my job and move on to something more meaningful. On the one hand I know I have it better than 95% of the people in the world, and on the other hand I'm convinced I was meant to do something more. I want to use my creativity and my intelligence rather than going from a government job that has me dinking around with meaningless crap and then going home just to kiss more asses. This may sound negative, but I'm actually in a good mood. Just tired from working all weekend and thinking about going back to my Monday morning "real" job. Three more years and I can draw retirement. I need to make this a worthwhile three years.