Los Dias
Tuesday, June 27, 2006 | Jump Down To Comments
En esto momento no quiro trabajar. No creo los todos personas quien trabjar a los todos vidas.
Last night after working for ten hours straight I went home and was brain dead. I hurt to think about cooking food. How did American society become one in which people have to work themselves to the bone to survive financially and morally in life?
I do enjoy this intellectually challenging job more then the one that I had making sandwichings for rich hippies. But does it really have to be this high stress and "fire-drill" like??
These days I live on the memories of the younger years of travel.
Is this what getting old is like?
