Blogging Makes Me Well

Dude, the Modern Condition, and many of its little Sub-conditions, is slaying me. I cannot freekin believe how much it's slaying me. For example: I really need to have some clear ideas and I need the energy to carry them out or I will die without accomplishing anything but my phone rings and the UPS guy wants to chat and my keyboard runs out of batteries, and even if I work extremely hard for a year I will not get close to paying off the taxes I owe for 2007, and won't even begin paying 2008, and will be late for 2009, and will be well into wracking up a huge fee for 2010, which makes me want to bloody well destroy the IRS building and take I rifle out into the desert and not come back, ever. I am so burdened by obligations and responsibilities that I can't even find a way to get started on them. When I drive down the street I want to destroy everything. I don't want to play the game. I can't even think of anything funny to say about this.