Where am I going?
12/11/2001 05:13 a.m.
A question I often ask myself.
"Where am I going?"
Often it is while I'm behind the wheel, as I come out of some kind of daze that has been gripping me more and more lately. For all I know, I could have run over several children while I was in a daze, but I doubt it.
Other times I ask myself this because I have no clue what I want to do with my life. So many others around me have their careers planned and their lives mapped. I can't even find the damn compass to figure out which direction I'm headed in. I have no ambition to continue in any direction for very long, even on the express-way. Which makes getting places difficult. Sometimes I think maybe I'm on auto pilot and the man behind the wheel in my brain is off screwing the flight attendant in a cramped bathroom.
I don't know what the hell I'm saying either. Words won't come out straight and when they are actual words they make no sense in the way I say them.

Ah forget it, I'm tired.
I am currently Indifferent