Sometimes I feel so lost – like, “what the hell am I doing here?”

The other day I’m walking back to the office after grabbing some lunch. I’m looking up at the building as I’m getting closer and thinking, “man this building is big.” Then all of a sudden I realized – I’m working in New York, and I have a career. When the hell did this happen?

As it turns out, about seven years ago.

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I don’t like Sunday nights. Around 10 or 11pm, I always come to the conclusion that I’ve wasted the weekend. I didn’t go out and do anything culturally significant. I didn’t get much personal work done (taxes still await); I didn’t get much freelance work done (so tedious this time around). On the plus side, I didn’t take any day job work home. But still. It’s Sunday and I’m sitting at home watching television, with nothing really to show for it. Blech.

A more positive and interesting post is coming soon. Just doing a little venting right now.

Sigh.