rising interest

This is perhaps a more coherent exposition of my state of well being than the last entry which (you might be able to tell) was written under the influence of the last pint of erdinger at father flanagan's.

In any case, my feelings towards work, life and the universe over the last few weeks were like local banks' treatment of savings accounts: low, almost zero, interest. If you had an index of interest measured against the flow of time, with 100 being the hypothetical ideal where everything arouses some form of interest (including army - note the word hypothetical), and zero being total apathy, mine would look something like this:

I was getting very bored and tired of a) doing irrelevant stuff for unappreciative people and b) fighting fires for other people at work, and it was showing. This past week was the worst: having to solve other people's problems, and getting screwed for it as well. Haven't felt so shitty in a long while.

But the worst storm will pass eventually. Catching up with friends also helps. The end result is that I'm feeling better-disposed towards the world than I have for a long while. How long this will last in the volatile unit atmosphere remains to be seen though.