Lauren and Stacy's wedding was this weekend. They were radiant. Jarrett danced.
Home feels dull. "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps in its petty pace from day to day." Something like that. Even though I work temp, I still am in a rut.
That was my last "big thing" to look forward to. My class reunion comes in three weeks, but I dread it more than look forward to it.
So, what IS the meaning of life? Anything more than survival at one pole and amusement at the other? Into what should I put my time and energy?