by mid-afternoon

i am bleary-eyed from reading scribbles all day and the brain is fried from remembering dozens of facts and figures for each chart and there is not much left to do but pack up and head home... lately i've had a dog waiting for me as jackson is working late hours and/or staying out with friends, but i've got nothing else to do but go home because, alas, i am not earning enough dollars to have extra money for the fun i mentioned a couple of entries ago... here, i think... oh poor me, i know... giving it all away has not exactly worked out to my benefit in the material world, but i couldn't feel much better inside about the life i've lived (barring a few tragic mistakes), so i'll just keep waking early and working and treading water... home to happiness now...