I am still swamped with work. I feel like I'm achieving nothing even though I am spending most of my waking life working. It's hard to say what is more disappointing, the fact that the work flow never ends, or that I continue to slog on and most of the good things that happen to people as a result of hard work are passing me by. Or maybe I'm just missing the point. Either way, it's hard to be this bitter and sad all the time when I'm surrounded by people who tell me i have no reason to be. Maybe they don't know all the facts. Maybe I just secretly enjoy being upset. I'd prefer the former.
At any rate, I was visited by a friend and coworker tonight that I haven't seen in quite some time. It was nice to shoot the breeze for a while and talk about ridiculous things, like fraternity politics and girls we think are particularly bodacious. I was also asked to write a letter of recommendation for someone who is applying for a job that I am reapplying to get next academic year. Conflict of interest? Nah. Not at all. Hell, I'll probably write a better one for him than anybody would write for me at this point. Eh. Starting to wallow in self pity too much. Time to go to sleep and pray that I don't wake up and ruin anybody else's life, mine included, tomorrow.