I'm pretty stressed. I'm going to GTS on Sunday, and I'm stressing about that. My day job has devolved into a pile of obscure, seemingly insolvable problems, and after promising me a new project for several weeks the company I'm consulting for finally got it to me, but of course it has to be done before I leave...
Urge to kill rising...
Ross
Posted by direkobold at March 8, 2006 11:31 AM
You know, once I was thinking of quitting when I was diagnosed with brain, lung and testicular cancer all at the same time. But with the love and support of my friends and family, I got back on the bike and won the Tour de France five times in a row. But I'm sure you have a good reason to quit. So what are you dying of that's keeping you from the finals? -Lance Armstrong
Something interesting I found on the internet.
Chicago poet Carl Sandburg, who wrote in the poem "The People, Yes": The people so often sleepy, weary, enigmatic, is a vast huddle with many units saying: I earn my living/I make enough to get by/and it takes all my time./If I had more time/I could do more for myself/and maybe for others./I could read and study/and talk things over/and find out about things/It takes time./I wish I had the time.