How tired life can be.

No I don't mean boring.

I mean days where work starts the moment I get up, and ends the moment I climb into bed.

I mean when the day begins with one's heels sore, and ends with the whole foot numb from running around.

Sore fingers from typing. Sore shoulders from driving.

Sore mind - too many assholes in authority that I have to be subservient to.

Too many times stuck in the van listening to the white people go on and on about all sorts of shiny penny things I don't give a fuck about, while your's truly hauls their fat asses to and from work.

What happened to my life?

How did it all go astray?

No it's not a mid-life crisis if one has been feeling this way since I was 25.

There's got to be a better way. Maybe when the new one is born, I'll have a different perspective.

We'll see. It's only 2 weeks away.