My work ethic's gone back up in the last couple of months. I've been spending more time working and less time IMing and surfing the internet and while I'm at the office.

Focusing on work for longer periods of time is comforting because keeps me from thinking about all of the things I might be missing while at the office because time is passing so quickly and I'm getting old.

Maybe one of these days, I'll actually start loving working... and that'll be the rest of my life. Maybe not such a bad end. I'll have become just one of the many people who've discovered comfort in turning over their lives to work in an attempt to add meaning, or to escape meaninglessness, or to avoid the trouble of finding another purpose for their lives.