You know the saying about how you can't see beauty without first seeing ugliness, and so on? Well, the opposite is true too, isn't it, and ain't that hard. All weekend was spent in the backyard or on bikes or out with friends, just joy. Now, here, office lighting, office talk, and these terrible people. Spreadsheets that don't mean a single thing to me except the importance of their deadline.

I remember when I was 17 or so, driving along, and it hit me. After high school, I would be working. I'd be working until I was old. There was a small terror in this idea, and there still is. Only 11 years have passed and I feel like a lifetime's worth of working has been done. I've got miles to go before I sleep.