Things Look Slightly Hazy Over Being Highly Screwed

I am behind in a lot of things, needless to say my novel. I am cutting off as much contact as humanly possible and I am going to try and force myself to work on everything today.

Greek, paper and then my novel.

I would rather set the books on fire then look at the first two. I had no idea what to expect about seminary but the more I think about it the more I do not like it. I do not even know why I am there or why I am bothering getting a masters in an area that I just don't even really care about anymore.

Well the apathy is wide spread to most areas of my life to be honest. Music has lost its fire, food is rather bland, words no longer resonate with meaning and my heart has all but collapsed in a helpless heap that shrugs in defeat every time I poke it with a stick. It was the best of time and the worst of times, clichés are flying out so fast it may poke someones eye out.

Life with no meaning is a suicide waiting to happen. No human being can survive very long without having kind of either innate or overt purpose. Living is a struggle but a struggle that I am going to suppose is worth enduring...or even better overcoming.