all quiet on the eastern front

As predicted, day went well, not at all traumatic. I wish I didn't hit bottom with dread, but I know this about myself & know I'll suffer & get over it & life goes on. What a predictable, uncomfortable state of affairs. Help me out here - how can I turn this personality defect into a sign of greatness?

shameless wallowing

School starts again tomorrow. As hard as I'm fighting it, the same old stress is hitting as if no vacation had happened. There's a rock in my chest. I'll hide it well enough, I know. I'll do my job, I'll pretend it's great. I'll lie to everyone and myself well enough to fool most of us. I'll deal with the sleep disturbances again. I'll deal with the killer dull routine. I'll deal with the fact I can do this job in my sleep. I'll deal with the same problems, the same solutions, the same sucesses, the same everything. I'll deal with the concept that boredom = death. I'll squash this down enough that I'll get through. My question is how can this be life? It is for most people, most don't expect too much. Here's to another 5+ months of complete fiction. Just not really good fiction.

Peace, love and coffee

What I need most in 2010.

Peace: inner, outer, world. Piece: pie, pizza, slice of life. Peas: green, snow, frozen. Please, often, please.

love: interpersonal, intrapersonal, pets, 'ver, bad tennis.

coffee: stimulation, aroma, ground, whole, hot, iced, au lait, essence of life itself.