bag by bag,
i am bringing everything home
from work.
i have no idea what to do with this shit.
the last 8 have years of my life have been a professional waste.

i guess i have never been the professional type.
my destiny is to wish i was doing something else.

but, otherwise,
things are going well here.
and you?

oh, i forgot.
the internet can't converse yet.

god, i'm just bored.
i wish for phone conversations.