Tuesday, September 25, 2001

I’m having a slight problem bringing my life into focus. I have a strange nagging feeling that I was meant for greater things. This may just be the eruption of a suppressed ego but I think I might need to find some time to volunteer somewhere. That coupled with a recent need for some extra money are making for quite a peaceful existence. Recent current events have probably heightened my floating through life feelings but knowing that is not helping me sleep. Maybe I’ll search the internet for volunteer positions that help people while providing a substantial supplemental income that will allow me to work out some of my aggression in a physical manor. Sounds simple enough. I just need a soup kitchen that turns into a terrorist interrogation room between meals. I’m starting to make less sense that usual so I’d better go try and get some sleep. Last night it only took me two hours to drop off. I’m a mess. Any ideas let me know. Hey, I’d even do the interrogating thing gratis. 12:00:00 AM    says you