Bill, aka the Crazy Clock Guy, aka Hey You (tallguy) wrote,
Bill, aka the Crazy Clock Guy, aka Hey You

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I've been flipping between the three local 11:00 newscasts, and I've come to a conclusion.

I just don't give a rat's ass about anything that is going on in the world.

Top stories:
It's raining, and it's going to rain a lot more.
No shit

The Clintons (Bill and Hillary) are criss-crossing the state this week, on the heels of Obama's visit.
Who cares? They're all crooks of different colors

The Fed lowered interest rates, and the Dow shot through the roof.
The last act of a desperate administration and a hype-reactive market

Even with the sound off, the news is still annoying and banal. I should just go to bed, but I'm at that point (all too familiar by now) that I'm tired but not sleepy. I'll probably be on the computer for a while, just trying to lull my brain into a dull stupor.

I'm sure I'm overreacting and oversensitive, but life lately just has been one steaming pile of bullshit.

I'm physically drained and bleary-eyed from work. If things hadn't gone pear-shaped with part of the project, I would have still been there. As it is, our Wednesday drop-dead date has been pushed to Thursday.
All this news about the recession (fuck you, Bush, you punked us in the ass even worse than your old man) is another reminder that I'm living from paycheck to paycheck (even the "economic stimulus" check they just mentioned isn't going to make much of a dent in stimulating my economy).
My prayer and church life has been absolute rubbish. This has been a really shitty Lent, as far as being able to go to daily Mass. Because of the project push, I have to work late tomorrow, so I'll miss going to the Tenebrae service. I just hope I can get out of work early enough on Thursday to go to holy Thursday Mass.
Lately, I really am becoming withdrawn and hermit-like. I've got a buddy who I'm constantly taking to task for hiding in his house or in a local bar, and I'm starting to see why. All I want to do is come home at night, nuke something or boil up some pasta, and plop my ass in front of the TV. I don't sleep very well, and too much coffee during the day is probably giving me an ulcer.

The only glimmer of hope I'm feeling is that in a little over two days, I'll be on my retreat at the monastery. I'm not looking at this weekend as an Easter celebration as much as an escape from the world for a few days. It'll take me that long just to put everything else out of my mind, just to have to deal with it again all too soon.

Finally, a story on the news that catches my eye, and it's the death of Arthur C. Clarke.

Damn, I wish I had a drink.
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