I'm annoyed this evening - with myself. A combination of things: the refusal to view the current conflict as the threat to Western Civilization that it is; Pearl Harbor Day; and a general frustration with work and it's minutiae.
It's one of those screaming out loud moments, muttering under your breath, "Why I am doing this? Why am I wasting my life?"
There are matters of real importance and import occuring around me - and I, I argue about documents no-one will see, products that have little value.
I am frustrated, frustrated by my seeming inability to get anything done of import, of rising early, compensating for the Ravishing Mrs. T.B. to be gone in the evening by making a hobby out of doing dishes, of spending time dreading dealing with things that I know don't matter.
It makes me angry. But where do I put the anger? How do I use it constructively?
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