some merle haggard lyrics with which i identify.

WORKING HARD DEADENS MY SOUL,
a little. at the end of the day i don't have the time
or the energy to give a damn about
anything worth--
obviously it's a weak soul, to begin with
and easily deadened? still.

this week i've enjoyed such "deep thoughts" and "revelations" as:

alright i kicked ass almost kind of on this section!
i didn't get stain on the copper!!
ohhhhhhhh my back!!!
boy the colder it gets the lonelier i feel!
great cookies!

your job is making you boring and mean.
my job is making me a productive member of society.
they say that to each other in a movie.

but maybe this is like the karate kid
at the end of the Job he'll say
show me: stain the house wearing these kneepads
be careful of the copper thing,
and then i'll beat up some people
who deserve it.

i know now why the caged bird sings!!!
and also why it buys lotto tickets!!!!

you can't complain about a two week job.
TRY THIRTY YEARS.
i like the work anyway. kind of.