As I hinted to in this terrible post, I often wonder how many people either go in to work or come home after a long, grueling day, thinking that they saved the world for another day. I know I don't. I'm about as important to the cosmos as a bump on a log.
I do my job and I do it to the best of my ability (most of the time), but I feel there are better things to do at times. Things that last longer and have greater affect on peoples lives.
Tonight I am going north. I have my new leather temple bag -- that I had to buy for myself by the way -- and have been growing ever so anxious to get up there.
Posted by Michael at May 17, 2006 05:28 PMThe bag was supposed to be a Christmas gift. I only asked for one thing from the lousy bum and he could not even do that.
Actually I told him to forget getting me a gift, but he kept insisting that he would get it.
Posted by: Michael at May 19, 2006 09:00 AM