the never ending job.

i am sorry, i am really tired.
i mean, i just got up from a good night's sleep, but still i feel tired with my life.
you know what i mean right? i know you do.
one time T was saying how she didn't want to work anymore and that her goal was to not have to work anymore. get rich or something and then not have to work.
but everything is work. that was my response.
i mean i don't want to be a bummer here, but everyday you wake up you have to make yourself do the things that you do and to me that constitutes work. you might not even think about it that much, but there is a part of you that is making you climb out of your bed and get started on your day. brushing your teeth, washing your face, dressing yourself, this is all work. you are used to it, it is more accurately habit, but still you are making yourself do these things and it is work.
the thing is that you can't ever stop working because if you do, you sort of die. right?
so for now until you can't do these things, you will always be working.
T got sort of mad and sad about this, and i am not saying i am right, but i just view life as a long, long job. it isn't all that bad though because most of the time i like my job a lot. i really like waking up and brushing my teeth. i look forward to it. cold water on my face, the first breath of fresh air in the morning when you step outside. i like the way that my ears prick up when i hear the hard crack or someone's skateboard wheels hitting the cement. i like the music that i listen to, my soundtrack. QUICK! what is your most pumping song? the song that can get you in the mood to do anything? did you answer "Wanted Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi? if you did then there is a good chance that we are some sort of soul mate.
i don't know, i don't want to get so wishy washy on you guys. i just love my job. be good.
lovematthew