Wow, I have to admit that work was even worse than I anticipated it to be. Nothing like exceeding expectations, is there? I guess I am realizing how much I detest my job. It is unfufilling and unsatisfying to me. I know I need to change, but the thing is- I don't know what else I want to do. Besides, once you've done something for so long, the money is too good to give up. I have too many responsibilities in my life to do what I enjoy instead of do what pays the bills. I'm too tired to come up with something witty or deep tonight. That is too bad because I enjoy writing in here. It may be painful for me to think deeply and introspectively, but I need to do it. It is healing for me in some ways. It gets it out, gets it flowing. I figured out that I need to get it out so it doesn't fester in me anymore.

On a much lighter note- the tooth brush in the photo reminds me of one my mother had when I was a kid. Unfortunately (for her) I had a belly button obsession at the time. I found the sulcus rubber tip at the end was perfect for cleaning my belly button. I was one sick kid!