  We Didn't Start the Fire..... My job sucks. I hate it - if I could find the money elsewhere I would, but I can't. I am started to understand why people go postal - this is not the life for me. I need to finish school, but to do that I need money. This is the suffering that's going to come before my reward. Maybe I should just write a novel, and use the royalties to go back to school. Who knows. I think my biggest problem with my job is what I've learned about humanity, and not just the people that call up, but the employees as well.
I've lost almost all faith in humanity - I do say almost because I know there are worthwhile people out there, but they are not as prominent as they should be. And it's only going to get worse. See, the problem with the world right now is that the people that should be procreating aren't, and the people that shouldn't be are.
Perhaps this is God's (if he does exist) plan for armageddon, perpetuating the intelligent with a sublime terror of fornication and procreation, for fear of either their lives, or those of their unborn children, and undulating into the population more and more ignorance and disease until the logical and rational have no place and the human condition is asphyxiated by it's own malnutrition. If only there were a way to stop it all..... Song: Back to the Earth, by Rusted Root Book: House of Leaves, by Mark Z. Danielewski 
