Paying the bills really shows up how excruciatingly pointless my whole existence is. I work, work, work the prime years of my life away. I work instead of enjoying the Bumble Bean. I work and have no energy to make indecent proposals to the Big Bad Bean. I work to make money. I pay the bills. I have no more money.
I also went shopping today...another pointless and soul-destroying effort. At least with the Bumble Bean along it is an adventure. But adventures are not efficient and I work my life away so I have to be efficient. Yesterday we played; today efficiency cracks its whip and we suffer.
What is wrong? Am I Russian? Has Dostoyevsky wandered into my head? I sat down to blog about how much fun we had yesterday and my silly idea for an article about the similarities between Lao Tzu and Georges Bataille (there aren't any besides that they were both archivists, so I was going to make up something and draw a vast conclusion about Librarianship being the only path to true enlightenment or some such.) I should probably go watch a silly movie or have a drink, but I'm too tired. Perhaps tomorrow I will have better heart.
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